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November 6th, 1998

Crack. Front down forget the mane. @ 04:57 am

From: bearcub
Subject: Crack. Front down forget the mane.
Date: November 6, 1998 4:57:51 AM CST
To: exit2k
Cc: exit2k, afw10, mrvisible, sowinski, sejohnst, shorning, gbrennan, emcgarry, and 23 more…


When will the war end?
We want our bacon back.

His piss was very soothing.

I had seen you on your motorcycle, cruising down Santa Monica Blvd.
your helmet and face guard prevented me from seeing your face. Always your
open leather jacket allowed me to see that thin line of hair tracing a path
to your navel to disappear beneath the silver belt buckle. had never had sex
with a man, but i knew that if i did it would be with someone like you.

Okay...You have just received a call from a long lost friend. He is in town
for the weekend, and he needs someone to take care of his - you got it -
husky from Friday till Sunday night. Well, since he is so well houstrained,
and your roomate was killed in a tragic blimp accident, (right after you won
the lottery) you say sure. He brings over the beauty, who's name you promptly
forgot. He takes an immediate liking to you, and your friend leaves,
confident he is good hands.
Saturday morning cums with you in bed with the husky at the foot of it. He
wakes when you does, and walks over to you for a scratching. As you pet him,
you let your hand wander down to his ****, and feel it is incredibly large
for a dog!

taobear < > On ICQ
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Date:May 13th, 2009 12:18 pm (UTC)

what the fuck


please remove my information.
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Date:May 13th, 2009 01:43 pm (UTC)

Re: what the fuck

Hey! Nice Mercury Retrograde Find!
sorry about that
i let some 25 year old re-post all that old email shit
i never would have allowed email addresses and personal information to be in a blog like that

who is this?
Date:June 5th, 2009 01:02 pm (UTC)

Re: what the fuck

You showed up at my apartment door one day with your backpack?
On one of your treks across the planet.

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