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Stanley won't take my calls or texts anymore so I wanted to leave this message here for him. Stanley, two large muscular black men knocked on my door last night demanding to know where you were. I said you don't live here anymore. I asked them if you were in some kind of trouble, but all they said is "I want my money!" over and over.

I hope everything is okay. Please sign in here, old pal. :|

Can't talk right now bro....they are on the way over. Gotta hide!

Rumour had it that Alan was through with Stan...I mean, how many times can one man have his heart dragged through the mud...

Alan still carries a torch for you Stan, that's obvious...don't let your love fade.

Jingle bells, Stanley smells
Of Alan's DNA
Oh what fun it is for him
Pretending he's not gay - HEY!

Jingle bells, Stanley smells
Like a total fraud
Oh what fun it is for him
Posting his fake Russian broad

Oh Alan's gone, oh Alan's gone
And Stanley is heartbroken.

Oh Alan's gone, oh Alan's gone,
No more love from dong to dong.

Stan's not only gay, in summertime
No, also in winter when he blows.

But Alan's gone, dear Alan's gone,
No more chode Stan can choke on.

Hey Poonman....just wanted you know that I'm safe. They came but I hide in the closet. They never knew I was there.

Anyhoo....while I was hiding in the closet I found another cool picture of us at Life Guard Tower 42 in Newport Beach




Good Times, Buddy! Good Times!

The Big Pickle wrote:I hide in the closet.

Yeah...we know.

Rack the reindeer.