Post by Leon Silverblood on May 22, 2009 19:18:44 GMT -5
"Oh good, I didn't kill him with alcohol," Leon says as he watches the DJ live. He waves a hand in front of Dan's face and furrows his brows. He shrugs, leaves a bottle of vodka and a small tumbler in front of the newcomer and pats him on the shoulder as he wanders off to the half-buried Michelle O-bama.
He waves a hand in front of her face, taps her forehead.
"Hard as a rock! What the hell is she made of? Hey let's wake her up. MICHELLE!! MICHELLE! Wakey wakey!! It's me, Leon!"
Leon kisses her and waits for a reaction.
"I wonder if she's anatomically correct..."
He waves a hand in front of her face, taps her forehead.
"Hard as a rock! What the hell is she made of? Hey let's wake her up. MICHELLE!! MICHELLE! Wakey wakey!! It's me, Leon!"
Leon kisses her and waits for a reaction.
"I wonder if she's anatomically correct..."
