I like the name Oksana, because I fûcked the living shît outta this smoking hot Russian transplant for a year and half....Maybe your older sister, IDK. You remind me of her in that, you run your yap, and spread wide at the same time. Laffin at you, but remembering your sister.
I finally figured out what your name represents, Beaver10.
As a little pre-pubic boy Beaver10, you liked to go have sleepovers with both of your pawpaws, because you enjoyed each one sticking their thumbs up your azz.
Eventually, as you grew up Beaver10, you wanted more, and asked for two fingers.
In junior high, you got big enough and asked each one for all 10 INCHES of their schlong, and as they banged the crap out of you, you yelled to them, “Screw my beaver. Screw my beaver”
Beaver10
You named yourself Beaver10 to honor your love of dics being plowed up your azz from both of your pawpaws.
You were pawpaw's little bitch.
"You miss 100% of the shots you don't take"- Michael Scott
