What makes a man? Is it the woman in his arms.....or is it the titties?

[playerts]

Hey peeps...or should I say creeps. I say creeps because I have recently found out that there are many "other" people who read this thing that I don't even know. That's a little weird and discomforting, but at the same time it makes me a little horny in the pants. Anyways, A LOT has happened since my last post. Ergo (I love that fuckin word), I

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Let me holler at you

[anonymous]

I recently tore my ACL, and one of the 1st things i thought of was you. The king of shitty legs, the master or disaster... I realized that when i was trying to take a shit, and it hurt to sit down, that you dealt with this far longer than i will ever have to.

My point may be blurred, but i do have one. You see, i still thought of you in the stupidest of events. There are many other times when Samir will either pop up in convo, or memory. After all these years, no amount of distance can erase or replace how much time we spent together. Thats cause you are my boy.

I dont write in these much, but i do read them. I guess it's fitting to leave a message now seeing as though you and i rarely talk. But all in all, whether we talk once a month or once a year, you are still my nigger... I miss you and hope you are tearin those ho's up...

-Ian de Valdosta

Very Lucky!!

[anonymous]

Samir,

You are very lucky Tony doesn't look at these too often because you so could have given away the party just liek you almost gave mine away senior year. Even though he didn't come I still didn't want him knowing about it until he gets back. Thanks again for coming and you are lucky he didn't find out about it. Talk to you later and oh yea my fan isn't broken from when you knocked it over. Later.

Posey