tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70182978950013127472011-07-31T01:55:43.350-07:00I have known Timmy Barrus all my life. We were lovers once. But we were kids. Timmy's life was a nightmare with his dad. We were so close.Tommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975395565754019151noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018297895001312747.post-58441571595723195892009-11-13T14:32:00.000-08:002009-11-13T14:53:29.758-08:00<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times New Roman"><b><embed src="http://blip.tv/play/AYGu%2BiAA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="390" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"></embed></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; color: #0006ec; min-height: 14.0px"><b></b><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; color: #0006ec; min-height: 14.0px"><b><br /></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; color: #0006ec"><b><a href="http://le-too.blogspot.com">http://le-too.blogspot.com</a></b></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times; min-height: 14.0px"><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times">Tommy McGurrin has constructed a very sweet blog. I am --- duuuhhhh -- in it. A bit. I thought those photographs had been destroyed. Tom has agreed that as soon as he's through with this blast through the past, he'll take it down. The past is over, Tom. Time to get on with right here right now, Dude. -- Tim Barrus</p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><br /></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><i>Okay, Timmy. I get it. But I just need to say I love ya.</i></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><i><br /></i></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Times"><i>Tommy</i></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018297895001312747-5844157159572319589?l=timmy-tommy-brothers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975395565754019151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018297895001312747.post-13548668090504230292009-11-13T08:41:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:46:42.044-08:00Timmy if you are sick I can't handle it but I love you anyway. But I hope you are not sick. But from what I read it is not good. I saw the vid where you had the operations. I cried to see you all cut up. I know you hate god. But I pray anyway for you, man. I wish I could hold you. Tommy<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018297895001312747-1354866809050423029?l=timmy-tommy-brothers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975395565754019151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7018297895001312747.post-56022207713680107262009-11-13T08:35:00.000-08:002009-11-13T08:38:31.690-08:00<b>Sometimes I think you forgot all about me and Craig and Jason and all the other guys. I am sorry you got hurt so many times. But we were so close. I think about you all the time. I will not send this. I know you want to be free. I just wish you could be free with me. I will post more things when I see what you are doing on the Internet. Tommy</b><div><b><br /></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7018297895001312747-5602220771368010726?l=timmy-tommy-brothers.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05975395565754019151noreply@blogger.com