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| From: Kyle To: Jeff Sent: 11/6/00 Subject: i hope you're happy jeff, i don't know what you heard or what kind of rumors you're tryin to start bout my penis but ya got it all wrong kid. it doesn't burn because of STD's it burns with envy. a flaming envy for your penis. it is distraught, for your talleywacker gets all of your love and affection whilst mine receives nothing. it lays now flaccid in my hand longing to be awoken by your gentle touch. how it looks at me now, saddened, a single tear rolls from it's single eye. "why have you been away so long," it seems to cry, "is it my fault?". I will not let him blame himself, jeff. i blame you. i blame you for loving something so much and then turning your back like you have on so many other beautiful penises. you make me sick jeff hines. sick. |
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