LADEELEROY

2002-10-31

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Lipman- My Private Dancer
 
 

Dial-ups, you should just shut the page down now.


"What? Lipman what are you doing here? At my place of work? I'm surprrised!"


"I heard a little Bunty I know needs some cheering up. Say? Is that Wings That you're playing on your MP3. I love Wings."


"Look Out. I am the Thunder from Down Under."


Yeah.


Yeah yeah.


Yeah yeah yeah.


Yeah yeah yeah yeah.


Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah. Throw another prawn on this barbie, baby!


Ah yeah. Damn. So hot.


Whoot whoot. Leroy's a dork. Look at her face.


Look out Leroy! Behind you!


Ah. The ol' jacket to the head trick.


Hey there sailor. I think you dropped this on my head. By accident. Tee Hee.


Come on! Work it baby! Who's your Mamma. I'm your Momma. Momma's gotta dollah.


You so nasty, Lipman. So nasty.


(Those are my pants that he's wearing.)


Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah assssssss.


That's where a wanker lives.


Sweet Keeses.


That was my own private dancer.

 
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