He came and picked me up in his boat, which was quite a feat because I live nowhere near water. He was so drunk he couldn�t tell anyway. Then we were off to the woods. I thought all of the talk about wanting to do me was a joke but he was apparently serious. When we got out in the woods he went straight for the junk and I had to rain blows upon his head like I have done to so many others on so many occaisions. After I beat him senselessly he turned to me and said, What the Fu%& Leon? You fuc*&#@ hit me in the fuc#*& face fuc&#* hard you fuc*#*% mother fuc#*$^%.�

I was upset with his usage of the English language so I decided to do him a favor. I washed his mouth out with my tongue and we went on with our day. After about 3 hours in the hot sun and about 3 quarts of my own gravy we decided to go back to the boat. Collin was really stinking up the place so I took him back to my place and hosed him down. I was pretty sad for old Collin, when I was ripping the skin off of his body with the high pressured water hose I noticed that he suffers from �Dinky Wang Syndrome�. He only has 8 inches to work with, just about half of an average Leon. Since there is no such thing as an average Leon I suppose you will never know what Leon is actually working with. I am sweet.