leeporter spotted one flowery attired guniang. he dropped something. he bent to pick...or to peek at some hotmama's undersized hotpants.
tapping on his shoulder, sotong was startled. he jerked. not between his legs but his head and banged sharply on the table as he erected himself...(opps!...i got to write that...sorry)
leeporter asked sotong after he had composed himself.
l: can ask u a few questions?
s: dun as me why i was bending down under the table..please....i dropped my balls and was searching for them.
l: huh?...no la...me jus wanna...ask..
s: oh...u want my autograph?? (he snapped in)
l: no...no...i ve enough of that!...can i ask u why r u here?
s: oh...dunno leh...gaylord gave edicts every fantasick lamer must come...so i come lor.
l: oic...so what is ur opinion or comment....any??
s: u want my autograph or not?...if not dun block me i radar at one mei mei behind u already....
l: huh? (turned back to see who he was looking at)
s: hmm...u not bad looker...$200 angpow for u....we go somewhere cosy...just drop pants i sign my autograph.
l: huh???...what autograph?? no more space...fully signed buttcheek liao!
s: u got lah...the frontal not touched yet...i sign there and give u $200 angpow....want...want?
leeporter fainted!...when he worked up. there was an angpow in his half zipped pants. yes! sotong had left his autograph there!!
L C E.....signed (sotong)
LCE...hmmm...leech, cheat and exploit. poor leeporter!! the poor poor guy!!!
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