Leap

Leap Frogge

Boy-girl-thing-freak seeks androgynous, femme-styled, sophisticated classy, sexy trashy women to trash around in my pig-pen, that I can wet all over. My home looks like a vintage dump and smells like thrift-store clothes. Come enjoy my dirty pampers. Um, I'm looking for an older woman, nobody under the age of twenty-eight. Seek experienced only.  No vanilla apply. I want trashy fun. The signal is, if you like me, "Let's go to the bathroom." If you don't like me, get up and leave. Don't say anything at all if you have nothing nice to say like "Let's go to the bathroom." If you can't say that just take off!

Any trashy women out there want a date with the froggy Baretta?

Leap goes to Italy puts her babysitter in bondage, starts her troll collection and heads the mafia!

Leap goes to Belgium and shoplifts, vandalises a Jaguar, and learns the metric system!

Leap goes to LA, lives in the Holiday Inn, the projects, an institution and a car.

Leap escapes the nut house and goes to Long Beach, sings in the punk band Don't Ask, nearly kills a rapist, and sues the pigs.

This existence ©Leap Frogge 1997. Trying to live this life without permission from the froggie is not forbidden but quite inadvisable and may be impossible.

This existence ©LEAP Frogge 1997. Trying to live this life without permission from the Froggie is not forbidden but quite inadvisable and may be impossible.