Nothing's changed. On my own. It's Christmas 19..? I don't even know what year it is, I just know I'm still A-L-O-O-O-O-N-E...
I bet she'd blow up REAL good.
Baby, baby my account's frozen,
How ya doin'?! As a comic in all seriousness, if our little Lola needs some extra casheroo, all she needs to do is reach out me, her old pal Bobby Bittman. No calls after evening hours though. Or early morning. Weekends aren't good either since I'm usually doing my gigs at the local indian casino.
I'd help, but I'm too busy relaxing.
And all night long he was on her and off her!
By the way, do you mind if Brooke Shields calls you Tip Toenail?
Disconnect R15's buzzer!
William B. would help out anyone else in this situation by offering them a job on his new show, TORONTO'S GOT TALENTED FOLKS, but Lola once bit him breaking the skin during a live broadcast. He had to leave the set and get a tetanus shot and everything so that's out.
But she's guesting this weekend on the Sam Maudlin show!
Don't cry for me, Rawalpindi!
And no guy's gonna yell her it ain't!
"I'm suing a certain major low-life publication in this country, for slander, and libel and very SEVERE psychological injury!"
It's the curse of the People's Global Golden Choice Award Winners!
I LOVE you, Mommy Teresa!
"And introducing my live in lover, or common-law wife if you will, Angelique!"