Dear diary, self realizations are a crazy thing. Subliminal almost twilight zone experiences come from thought patterns. Anyone remember me talking about my really wierd neighbor who moved out a month ago? He was a closet fag freak. Remember me telling you about the night I was awoken by the sounds of him having rough sex? And how I soon realized it was two men having sex? Then realized that he was the submissive ***** taking it in the ass and sounding feminate like a woman? Well I never knew who the man with the deep voice was that was "Pounding that ass". So I'm at the laundromat today doing my laundry and paperwork for work. I'm in my own world. I casually look up and out the window and fagboy freak is outside talking to the chef at a local restaurant. Listening to them talk I realized- damn that voice sounds familiar. Then it came to me. OMG! That's who was buttf*cking the sh!t out of him! Ewwww!!! Then I remembered the chef is in a relationship with another man! He was buttf*cking my neighbor on the sly behind his boyfreinds back! I busted out laughing. Everyone in the laundromat leered at me funny. I said "Never mind me, I'm just laughing at those buttf*cking queers!" Everyone leered out the window at them.

Sorry scotty. I'm probably hitting a little close to home there. I mean where you live in cali you're probably used to crazy buttf*cking queers. Probably surrounded by them and have to listen to them ass pounding and fudge packing all the time. Sorry bro.

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