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[justinkinney]

I've been so busy lately I haven't updated this in a long time. But I've been trying to call Brian for the past two nights and he's never there. I hope you're not dead, asshole. In case you care, LA is a lot of work but I'm having a good time. Last night Brett took me to this magazine launch party. He can't stop talking about how cool you are.

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[nineinchescut]

One of your eleven voice mails indicated you left a message here. You could have emailed. It took me an hour to even remember my password for this thing.

Gus is fine. He bit his sister's toe the other night. I think this means he objects to having her in the house.

So what's the cock like out there? You were vague on the phone.

[justinkinney]

But this is email with fun pictures.

Maybe Gus needs some more time with you and away from the lesbians. I do not blame him.

I was vague because I know you like to check your messages on speakerphone at work. Does Cynthia really need to know?

The cock is not bad.

[nineinchescut]

I hate those pictures. I noticed you happened to remember my password and put new pictures in for me. The one of us fucking is not bad. Next time, tell me if you have the camera on timer so I can show some dick.

Gus spends plenty of time with me. Maybe he can use one of Hunter's fake IDs and I can bring him to Babylon with me tomorrow.

So, you pitch or catch for those Hollywood fags?

[justinkinney]

Why, do you want to get me one of those t-shirts?