You rely on your air conditioning system to keep you cool and comfortable all summer, but do you really understand what goes on under the surface that allows it to work? Air conditioning systems are fairly complex and contain a wide variety of components. One of the most important parts of a cooling system is the condenser. We’ll explore all you need to know about AC condensers and what role they play in keeping your home cool.
What’s an AC Condenser?
Most central air conditioners are split systems, which means part of the system is outside the house and the other part of it is located inside. In this type of system, the condenser is the outdoor part. An AC condenser consists of three main parts: the compressor, condenser coil, and fan. The indoor part of the system primarily consists of the evaporator coil and the blower, which is the term for the fan that circulates air through the ductwork. The indoor and outdoor parts of the system are then connected by a set of two copper lines that carry the refrigerant inside and then back outside. The final primary component is an expansion valve, which is located in between the condenser and the evaporator.
There are also packaged central air conditioning systems, which still have the same basic parts. The only difference in a packaged system is that all of the components are housed within a large compartment that sits outside. That means that both the evaporator and condenser are in the same place.
What Does an AC Condenser Do?
All air conditioning systems work based on the process of heat transfer and use a special refrigerant chemical to move heat from one location to another. This means that they capture and remove heat from the warm air inside the building so that the air gets cooled as it moves through the unit. The heat is then transported outside to the condenser, which releases the heat into the air outside.
Heat energy will always naturally move from a warmer area and be absorbed or flow out into a cooler area. This is what allows an AC unit to cool the air inside a home. The refrigerant that flows through the indoor part of the system — the evaporator coil — is much colder than the air inside the house.
The process begins with the compressor pumping cold liquid refrigerant inside to the evaporator coil. At the same time, the blower inside the house begins pulling warm air into the system via the return air vents and ductwork. When this warm air moves over the evaporator coil, much of the heat it contains flows out and is absorbed by the refrigerant. This results in the refrigerant changing from a cold liquid to a warm liquid as it moves through the evaporator coil. It eventually gets pumped back out to the condenser.
When the refrigerant enters the condenser unit, it moves through the compressor. Compressing the refrigerant greatly increases its pressure, which instantly causes it to boil and change from a warm liquid into an extremely hot gas. The hot gas then gets pumped into the condenser coil, which serves the opposite role of the evaporator coil. As the condenser fan blows air over the condenser coil, the heat stored in the refrigerant is naturally released and flows out into the air. This obviously results in the refrigerant cooling down again and changing back into a liquid.
At this point, the liquid refrigerant is still relatively warm since it can only continue releasing heat until it cools down to whatever the outdoor temperature is. To overcome this, the refrigerant first gets pumped through an expansion valve as it travels from the condenser back to the evaporator coil. The expansion valve serves the opposite role of the compressor. That means that it greatly decreases the pressure of the refrigerant, which instantly cools it so that it again changes back to a cold liquid.
This process works in a continual cycle with cold refrigerant flowing inside and hot refrigerant moving back outside. The thermostat inside the house is what controls the cooling process. It eventually signals the AC unit to shut off once it registers that the air in the home gets cooled down to whatever temperature you have your thermostat set at. Once the temperature in your house starts to rise again, the thermostat will signal the system to run, and the process will start all over again.
Common AC Condenser Problems and How to Spot Them
The condenser is considered the most important part of an AC system since the compressor inside it is what moves the refrigerant through the unit. As such, many of the most common AC issues are related to one of the components inside the condenser. If the compressor or condenser fan isn’t working properly, it will usually lead to either your AC unit not cooling nearly as quickly or starting to blow warm air. However, your air conditioner will also start blowing warm air if the evaporator coil freezes up, which is why you’ll need a professional inspection should this issue arise.
One thing to always watch for is if the condenser fan isn’t running when your AC unit is on. A malfunctioning, jammed, or broken condenser fan is a serious issue, and you should make sure to immediately shut off your air conditioner if you ever notice the fan isn’t running. For a cooling system to work properly, the condenser fan has to constantly pull air in and blow it over the condenser coil. If the fan doesn’t run, the system won’t be able to release heat outside and the refrigerant will remain at a much higher temperature and pressure. This puts lots of additional strain on the compressor since the higher pressure makes it harder for it to pump the refrigerant through the equipment.
The increased workload can then lead to the compressor motor overheating, causing your AC unit to automatically shut down. Even worse, it may cause the motor to seize up and burn out. A burnt-out compressor motor is the worst issue a cooling system can experience since it can’t be repaired and will need to be replaced. Unfortunately, replacing the compressor motor in your condenser will likely cost you about as much as just replacing the entire condenser unit.
Another thing to watch for is if your condenser starts making excessive noise or unusual sounds since this is a sure sign that it has some type of issue. A humming or buzzing sound often indicates either an electrical issue or a problem with the compressor motor. If you hear a squealing or screeching sound, it’s usually related to either the condenser fan or the bearings on the condenser fan motor or compressor motor.
One final thing to note is that the various components in the condenser need to be inspected and serviced regularly by a certified technician for your AC unit to continue working properly. Without proper maintenance, many issues can arise that lead to your air conditioner not working effectively and decreasing its energy efficiency. For instance, the condenser coil should be cleaned at least yearly since dirt and dust will prevent the refrigerant from being able to effectively release heat. Electrical issues like a frayed wire or loose connection could also cause the condenser to short circuit, which can lead to severe damage or even destroy the unit’s motors.
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Part 1: This may sound terrible, but caffeine in the concentration that I get by drinking coffee or tea, oddly has an effect that causes me to have only abnormal sexual thoughts and feelings and prevents me from having normal ones. One of my many caffeine-induced abnormal sexual arousals is to listen to only the compressor running in an air conditioner condenser without the condenser fan running. One time as a consequence though, someone’s compressor got so overheated that the compressor motor caught fire and spread to someone’s house while everybody was asleep and 3 people burned to death inside. In at least 2 incidents it started fully engulfed house fires while doing this to air conditioners at night for my “just the compressor running sexual arousal”, in one incident everyone escaped safely but the house was a total loss, but in the other fire a 12-year-old and a 14-year-old child, if I remember their ages from the news accurately, along with their father, all burned to death in the other house fire. During two different occasions I found air conditioner condensers outside of homes in the middle of the night, in one incident I removed one of the 2 fuses in the electrical shutoff box behind the condenser but left the other fuse in so that just the compressor ran but not the fan. In the other incident I couldn’t reach the box between the tight squeeze between the condenser and house, so I went home and brought back a long, metal salad bowl spoon and stuck in down the grill between the fanblades while it was still running in order to try and wedge the fan in place so that it couldn’t turn, but instead it completely knocked both fanblades off which fell to the floor of the condenser, so just the fan motor shaft was spinning with no blades but the compressor still ran. In both cases I stood next to them naked watching and touching my buttcrack with all of my fingers, pretending that a woman was doing it, until I cummed. I saw each of these compressors overheat enough to smoke and then catch on flames, then these spread to the homes. I was too afraid to wake anyone up or to call 911 because I was afraid of being caught, so in one of the 2 house fires 3 people burned to death. I still have a video on my Flip video camera that I recorded on June 14th this year, outside of an apartment complex where I made just the compressor run and kept a video of it for masturbation, which showed the compressor smoking, but that one didn’t start a fire. I have the camera safely hidden up in a turquoise pot on the basement family room china cabinet where my parents will never look. If they found out they’d never buy me coffee again.
Part : Since one of my caffeine induced abnormal sexual fantasies revolve around all forms of only compressors running without the condenser fans in any kind of condenser, whether it’s for a drinking fountain chiller, refrigerator, ice machine, soda fountain, water-cooled condenser, etc., there was an outdoor refrigerator condenser at a grocery store that I found during one of the trips with my parents that I think had 4 fans and 2 compressors, and feeling really horny, I stayed back at the hotel while my parents went out to do something that was of no interest to me. Then I left the hotel to roam and look for air conditioners and found this refrigerator condeser instead. I removed all of the fan fuses behind it in the shutoff box and left in only the compressor fuses, and listened to the compressors run without the fans until I cummed in my pants. Later on their local news I heard that 12 people were hospitalized with severe food poisoning and an elderly woman and a child died from it after eating severely spoiled meats and dairies from that store’s refrigerator. In Tempe, Arizona, when we travelled their to watch my brother do the Ironman race, as we flew in to the Sky Harbor Airport I saw a water-cooled condenser on the ground somewhere in Tempe from the window of the plane, so later at the hotel I got on Google Earth from the hotel business center computer, searched for it, found it, then snuck out of my room when my parents were asleep in theirs, it was within walking distance and I was really horny. So, I walked down there and snuck in through an opening in the fence, and the area was lit well enough to locate the water pump fuse, the fan fuses and the compressor fuses, then I removed the water recycler fuse and all the fan fuses and listened to only the compressors run from a safe distance trying to make myself cum. I recorded the compressors running with no water or fans so that I’d have a video on my Nikon camera that I could download on the computer to masturbate to later. I’ not sure exactly how long it took, 20 or 30 minutes, before it started smelling hot like, as though there was oil burning, mixed with a slight styrene liquid and hamburger grilling kind of smell, and this was between about 50 to 100 yards away, and the compressor motors started gradually slowing down and speeding back up, with a loud whine similar to a carpet vacuum cleaner being pressed and released from pressure as it’s pushed across the carpet, as the compressor started to ruin from overheating. Then there was smoke, thin gray smoke at first, then thick, black smoke, then some loud bangs from the compressors, then they became totally engulfed in high towers of flames spewing out of the top of the condenser. Then there was all this electrical arcking from the high-voltage wires going to the compressors. The arcking buzz was so loud it sounding almost just like compressor motors themselves, even though the motors had already stopped from ruination. I recorded a 2nd video of the massive compressor fires and arcking, then I heard sirens from fire trucks coming so I left. On the way back to the hotel, I found a young, sexy woman sitting at the tram stop booth, and my bladder was full so I stood and pissed my thin shorts right in front of her until I cummed my pants and finally finished. One other thing that gives me abnormal sexual pleasure is to piss my pants or thin shorts in front of women or children to see their reactions to it. She got on her cellphone and looked like she used her thumb to press 3 numbers, so I assumed that she was calling 911, so I ran as much of the time as I could instead of walked back to the hotel. I kept the videos of making just the compressors run at the house that later burned down from their overheated compressor, the one that later led to the other house fire where 3 people burned to death, the water-cooled condenser in Tempe, and numerous other A/C condensers where I made only the compressor run, all were once recorded on my Flip and Nikon cameras, the 3 that caused the fires, all recorded on my Nikon, until we took our trip to Little Rock. I started to become too concerned about what if my Nikon camera was to get in to the wrong hands and then get to police or FBI. So, I removed the SanDisk memory stick from the Nikon camera after the battery stopped staying charged for more than a couple of minutes. I was afraid there wouldn’t be a replacement lithium-ion battery that was the right one, and I couldn’t delete all the videos off of it, but I was worried about someone else stealing it, getting it working again and then having them turn it in. I didn’t want to even take the slightest chance of being on the hook for multiple counts of felony murder, arson, and destruction of property, even worse yet, having to explain to the courts and my family about how this is one of many perverted caffeine induced fetishes. So, in the hotel parking lot in Little Rock in the middle of the night, I crawled under a car with an out-of-state license plate and I used some quick-drying Loctite superglue to glue the memory stick to the bottom of someone else’s car so it would be driven far away permanently and never linked back to me. This was after I wiped it down with alcohol to get off any fingerprints and DNA, wrapped it in either Kleenex or paper towel for untouched carrying, then stuck it under there. I also removed the battery but didn’t have to get rid of that. But, like I said, there’s the video of that compressor still smoking outside of an apartment complex on my Flip camera, and I think all of the other ones that were the really bad A/C incident ones plus many other just compressors running videos are still saved in a folder deeply buried in layers of system folders in one of two of Dad’s computer back up hard drives, and the folder is password protected by me and the videos themselves are saved in EFS encrypted form and also had their file extensions changed to .txt every time that I was done viewing them so that they’d open as gobbledeegook text for anyone else, the folder and files are “hidden attribute” property setting, and the files and folder were titled as nonsensical random mixes of characters to make them hard to browse for. Also, they’re EFS encrypted while they had been saved under a former Admin password that’s since been changed and since forgotten by me, and the folder was password protected under a password I’ve since forgotten too. You also have to remember what a former administrative password used to be and change it back to that if you want to access EFS encrypted files saved from that user account password. So, as far as anyone finding these ever on the back up hard drive are pretty slim. Tomarrow I’ll tell you in part 3, what the rest of these hidden encrypted videos are on the back up hard drive in other folder video categories that relate to many other abnormal sexual fantasies that I’ve collected over a long period of time.
Part 3: Now lets talk about the other stuff on one of my Dad’s two back up hard drives that he doesn’t know about that are videos used for abnormal sexual arousal and masturbation due to the fact that caffeine makes me feel abnormal sexual urges. Just to let you be aware that all of these other really nasty videos, pictures and whatnot, are files that are hidden, encrypted and in password protected deeply layered system folders on that same back up hard drives in exactly the same kind of way as my air conditioner ruination & condenser started fire videos are, they’re just in separate folders. There’s a folder of videos from the dark web from adult-on-child and child-on-adult scat porn sites, where I saved hundreds of videos of adults putting their assholes right on little kids’ mouths, shitting in it, and forcing them to eat a whole turd or whole load of shit for sexual gratification, or children made to do the same thing to adults on camera. Mostly their either videos of adults doing that to little naked boys, or little or tween or teen naked girls doing it to grown naked men. One set of videos even shows the same woman in 2 separate videos making a 3-year-old eat the shit out of her asshole and one where she makes a 2-year-old toddler eat all the shit as it comes out of her asshole. In the video of the nude 3-year-old being forced to eat a whole shit out of her asshole, it shows the boy eat the whole giant turd and then moments later he barfs it all up while lying on his back, choking all the way to death on shitty vomit on video, the woman panics but still does nothing to help. One of my sexual fantasies is about women putting their assholes on my mouth, shitting in it, and making me eat it and having their shit taste just like a big, brown chunk of extra-sharp Tillamook cheddar cheese. Another sexual fantasy is about women, youth or children sticking their fingers up my asshole when there’s a turd inside, then grabbing pieces of food with those same unwashed fingers and popping the touched, smeared food in my mouth for me to eat, or about them touching my buttcrack with their fingers. So, I have a folder with a bunch of videos of adult-on-child & child-on-adult ass-fingering too. I get sexually aroused over horrible, graphic disasters or tragedies, or about people dying extremely painful, horrible deaths, being so severely injured that they’re in extreme agony, or where there’s extreme real violence, especially if it happens to little children, mass groups of people, is extremely detailed, uncensored and graphic on video, or on live television. So, I have a folder full of children getting hit by cars captured on camera, then laying there still alive, in agony, screaming and crying, sometimes unrecognizable, occasionally lying there flailing or in puddles of blood, piss or torn off body parts. There’s a folder of all videos showing people burning alive or burning to death, especially ones that include children, whole families or close ups with lots of agonized screaming. I have the 2015 ISIS videos showing a family of 4 kids and both parents burned alive in a fiery cage until they were all dead, where the screaming in agony didn’t stop for 11 minutes, another ISIS video showing a captured Jordanian pilot burned to death in a fiery cage, a video showing 2 little kids and both parents trapped in a car wreck’s raging inferno, where all were fully conscious but they were all 4 screaming in loud agonized shreeks, all totally engulfed in flames along with the whole car but still alive, and even then the rescuers were still trying to pry the doors open with the jaws of life even though they were already fully burning alive and it was a lost cause, they were too far gone. Those were the best 3 videos of that category. There are the videos and news footage clips of the 9/11 attacks as they happened, the May 20, 2013 Moore, Oklahoma tornado as it happened, the 1992 Rodney King riots as they happened, the Sandy Hook Elementary School and Virginia Tech massacre breaking news reports as they happened, the July 7, 2016 Dallas mass police murder shooting as it happened live and graphicly on Fox News Channel as they were first covering the BLM protest live at first, the footage of the Ramstein air show disaster when 3 jets collided in midair then one fell and skidded in to the audience burning lots of spectators to death, videos of people intentionally setting children and women on fire and many other disaster videos. There’s a folder showing ultra-violence and torture especially to little kids and kids getting brutally beaten, severely hurt and brutally killed. Then there’s also a folder full of adult-on-child urophilia porn showing mostly men pissing streams in to little kids’ mouths and making them drink it. In part 4 I’ll explain the other video category folders showing videos of stuff I recorded doing myself for weird sexual gratification but it’s almost dawn and, parents over shoulder.
Part 4: I guess there’s time to describe some of the other categories of hidden folders in that back up hard drive. I recorded a number of videos of me pissing either my pants or thin shorts at far away from our house locations around town during bike rides, where I pissed myself with a really full bladder until it was emptied to a giant wet area covering my pants and a big puddle on the ground forming running little rivers of piss in front of pretty women, children, teens or even men who I find young and sexy due to the abnormalfication of who and what I think of as sexy, thinking of men as feminized as the only way to describe it, little boys and little girls too, as I’d stand next to my bike, in order to get sexually aroused watching and recording their reactions to pants pissing, and then I’d get even more aroused as I rode my bike fast down secluded residentally streets to air dry my pants before going home so that my parents didn’t catch me, and so that I could be aroused over experimenting with the law by listening for police sirens off in the distance as an indicator as to whether I most likely caused someone to call 911 over public urination. I’d keep the videos to masturbate over later. That’s because a lot of my abnormal sexual thoughts revolve around, butts, bladder cuntrol, comparing how continent or incontinent I am compared to other people, human excrement, careless fecal cuntamination by women’s or children’s fingers of my food, and about whether I’d be more likely to piss my pants if I was hit by a car while my bladder was full compared to more continent normal people with better bladder cuntrol. I didn’t explain yet how caffeine also irritates my bladder enough so that it doesn’t feel like it closes automatically, and that’s why one of my abnormal sexual fantasies revolves around incontinence also. There were numerous videos from public restrooms around town and on numerous trips in far away locations that show me either tricking little kids into sticking their fingers up my asshole when there’s shit in there, or forcing them to, or making them touch chocolates or pieces of snack food from a bag with those fingers right afterward and either getting them to put it in my mouth for me or me grabbing it from their potty-fingers and putting it in to my own mouth and eating it, then getting so aroused that I squirt a big load of cum on the stall floor besides the toilet. One place I recorded me doing this kind of finger-butt stuff with a little boy was in the men’s room of a Chick Filet along the highway route back from our Little Rock, Arkansas trip. There are other videos of me walking to or riding my bike to elementary school playgrounds or parking lots of parks while kids are on these playgrounds, polling down my pants or getting buck naked, then turning in a squatted or pushup position with my butt pointed up, then I either relax my asshole sphincters or pull my anus wide open with my hands, then I push the poop up and down inside my butt with my rectum muscles in front of all the kids, and I’ll have a Ziploc bag with Chocolate-chocolate chip Kind bars, Luna bars, Dove chocolates, crackers, cookies, chips etc., and I’ll try telling the kids to stick their fingers up my butt, then to grab the pieces of the snack foods with those same fingers and put it in my mouth for me. Even though I haven’t gotten the kids at playgrounds to do it yet, I’ll get so sexually aroused with anticipated expectation that they’ll do it, that I’ll often squirt cum right on the blacktop. Sometimes they’ll say stuff like, “WOW! What is all that white stuff coming out of your penis?!” Pushing the poop all the way to the end of my anus and repeatedly letting it slide back down inside will make these hand slapping raw meat sound effects followed by gooy air sinking back in sound effects, sometimes with little mini-fart sound effects too. I’ll describe more tomarrow.
Part 5: Other caffeine-induced abnormal sexual fantasies are over things such as, whether or not people ever get bleach up their assholes during tornadoes and have it painfully eat away the lining of their rectum and then causing permanent incontinence or the need to wear a colostomy bag for life, especially if it happened to children, and another sexual fantasy is about whether little kids ever get beaten to death in riots, such as the 1992 Los Angeles riots, whether any got pulled out of cars and beaten just like the bigger motorists did, and then they lie on the ground in agony before they die. I’ll explain later how someone could get bleach or some other corrosive chemical up their butt during a tornado which would destroy their rectum skin and feel like a bunch of really hot stuff going up their butt. Also, other horrible disaster videos for masturbation that I have on that back up hard drive that I forgot to mention are, the Christchurch, New Zealand double mosque mass shooting that was streamed live on the internet via helmet GoPro cam, and there are still copies of the video that are still on the dark web, even though New Zealand made possession or viewing of that particular video illegal, just like the U.S. has made possession and viewing of child porn against federal law. But I view all of it, I don’t care about the law! I also have the 2016 Orlando Pulse Nightclub mass shooting surveillance video and video and breaking news clips of the October 1, 2017 Las Vegas cuntry music festival massacre. If you’re wondering why I spell “country” and all other words that start with “cont” that are pronounced as though they have a short ‘U’ sound instead of a short ‘O’ sound, why I spell them with “cunt” at the beginning instead, it’s because I’m nostalgic for the 1980’s, back when all those words really were spelled with cunt at the beginning instead of cont, until the early ’90s when everybody started to learn that cunt was even a word, and just how obscene and derogatory it is. And that began happening in late 1991 after most people became aware of sexual harassment in the workplace laws after the Clarence Thomas hearings. Coincidentally I finally learned the word cunt for the first time on December 26, 1991, from a library book Dad checked out for me called “The Mother Tongue”, about the history of the English language, and there was a part about the history of cursing and bad word and phrase origins. That’s because in late summer 1991 I developed this longheld obsession with what new bad words there will be in the future, what old bad words there were that used to be used that aren’t anymore, and the origins of bad words, and whether there were bad words that I didn’t know yet. Since cont words used to still start with cunt back in the ’80s, that’s just one of many nostalgic things that I miss either from the ’80s or early ’90s through the end of 1993. Why 1993 and earlier? Because I didn’t start drinking coffee for the first time until Christmas Eve 1993, then I started to become incontinent from the caffeine in 1994, and the caffeine started causing abnormal sexual thoughts, and prevented me from having any normal ones. So, I miss the early ’90s because I didn’t have abnormal sexual thoughts yet, I had perfectly normal ones only about intercourse until I started drinking coffee, but then after coffee it became only about fingers and buttcracks, others suffering in violence or disasters, human excrement and everything else abnormal. In the ’80s I was too young yet to have any sexual feelings period, and I wasn’t incontinent yet from caffeine ruining me, so I miss the ’80s even more. Also, saying, writing, hearing or reading the word cunt temporarily seems to briefly help me have more normal sexual thoughts even though it doesn’t help for very long. That’s because it reminds me of how I thought in a sexually normal way when I first learned the word cunt at age 15, and I didn’t start having abnormal sexual thoughts until age 17. Also, since cunt is slang for the female body part that normal sexually thinking men fantasize about having intercourse with anyway. But, it doesn’t help as a very good aid to have more normal sexual thoughts for very long, it’s only about as effective as treating the symptoms of pinkeye with a bag of ice instead of eyedrops. Speaking of eyes and abnormal sexual thoughts, one of my other abnormal sexual arousal triggers is fantasizing about or seeing women touch someone else’s eyes with their fingers. That’s because it arouses me to think about the possibility that a female, or anyone else, but especially a female or a kid, could carelessly put cold viruses unknowingly from unwashed hands in to that other person’s eyes, causing that other person to catch a cold and then choke to death on a throat lozenge because of them, or maybe get hit by a car before they started coming down with any symptoms yet and be in a coma, but they might not have died during that coma if not for coming down with a cold and being unable to cough or swallow while laying there, slowly drowning to death on huge neverending pools of snot and flem going down in to their lungs because the doctors and nurses are unaware that they having a cold and that someone needs to be there 24/7 to suction their airway every few minutes for weeks, and of course it would make dying of pneumonia much more likely in a coma anyway.
Part 6: Now lets talk about some of the other things that my caffeine-induced abnormal sexual gratification urges have led me to do, nearly uncuntrollably. One of them was on a trip to city X in the State of X on the date of X, since I absolutely must not share with the public when & wear this happened what so ever, since a 6-year-old homeless boy died as a result of me getting sexual pleasure. On one of the nights that we were there, and me and my parents had 2 separate hotel rooms, the way I really perfer to have on all trips with my parents, after they went to sleep in their room, and I really had to go to the brownhouse, and I was feeling really horny at the same time that night while my asshole was so full of shit. And, I had kept seeing the same little homeless boy with his mother, on the same corner, each time we drove to and from our hotel, so around between 2:00 to 3:00 a.m., when I both really had to shit and really was horny to experiment on what would happen if a child was forced to eat human shit right out of an asshole, I left my room and walked 2 blocks from there, where the child always had been when we drove by, and I gently shook him awake and talked to him softly to avoid waking his mom up, and I asked him if he was hungry, and of course he answered yes, since he was homeless and didn’t get much food, and I fibbed to him saying that I was homeless too, and that earlier in the day I had just snuck out a bunch of sharp flavored cheddar cheese up my bottomhole for me to eat later, but I offered to let him eat it if he really wanted it. Surprisingly, he said yes. So, I promised him that there was absolutely no poop up my bottom at the time, only cheddar cheese, and I asked hime whether it was okay to put my bottomhole right on his mouth and for me to slowly push it out in there for him to eat, and he told me that it would be alright. So, I had him follow me across the street where we’d have a more private place to do it in a restaurant parking lot. The parking lot was down at the bottom of a high, sloped hill below the street above, so anyone who would even be driving by at that time of night in the first place, wouldn’t even be able to see the edge of the parking lot right at the bottom of the slope. Then, I pulled down my pants, put my asshole right on his mouth, slowly shit the giant turd out of my asshole in his mouth as he surprisingly chewed all of it up and swallowed it, sounding like lots of gooy crackles in his mouth as though he was slowly chewing a banana, and I was amazed and really aroused that, not only could he stand to eat shit, but another person’s shit, and such a giant load of it, without any gagging or barfing what so ever. He either must have believed so stronly that it was cheddar cheese that he was unable to tell it was shit, he didn’t have a very good sense of taste or smell, or some combination of factors, because as it was coming out and he was eating it, I kept hearing him say, “MMM. MM. Mmm!”, as though he was really enjoying something that tasted great. After I was all done making him eat it, he actually told me, “Thank you! Sir.” I was so aroused that a little kid actually ate such a big shit out of a total stranger’s asshole with no problem handling it, when I don’t know whether I’d be nearly as good at even being able to eat even a little bit of my own shit that easily, let alone an entire other person’s shit, even though fantasizing about eating it is still a strong sexual fantasy for me, and how a normal little kid has the ability to eat shit the way other normal people can, I was so aroused that I had to squirt a huge load of cum, immediately after getting back inside my hotel room. I just pulled down my pants and didn’t even make it in the toilet to cum, it just squirted out besides the toilet. The next morning after breakfast, or I should say, during late morning once it was daytime, we were driving from our hotel to go tour something, I don’t want to say where, I looked out the car window 2 blocks in the distance, seeing that same little boy hunched over the sidewalk on one hand, projectile vomitting all this brown, diarrhea looking barf repeatedly out of his mouth and nose. There was also a brown wet spot in the back of his pants, almost as though he was having diarrhea from being so violently ill too, and that he might of shot all over his self as well. Days later, back at home after the trip, I went online to look up city X’s obituaries just in case he got so sick that he died. It turns out he died. It had a most recent photo of the boy, who I recognized immediately, his name, it said that he was 6 years old, his date of death in the hospital was just 6 days after I made him eat my shit, and it actually gave a cause of death, “severe gastro-intestinal distress or illness”. I had to delete that selection of browser history where I searched for him in the obits, and then I had to use the program, evidence eliminator, to fully erase the deleted history, then I kept unplugging the modem for 15 minutes, trying to change our IP address, which the news site’s obits page would have a record of me visting, because I absolutely am not willing to get caught after doing a thing like that to a little kid for sexual gratification and causing his death doing so.
Part 7: I certainly don’t want to go to prison for the rest of my life for the incidents caused by my abnormal sexual thoughts and urges caused by me drinking caffeine, nor do I want my parents becoming anti-caffeine consumption dictators like they were back in “the good old days”, before I was 17, before I drank my first coffee, back when, I used to get orange soda with lunch or dinner whenever we’d go to a fast food place, and my parents were so against me having caffeine when I was still that young, that they were concerned even if I got a low concentration of caffeine from soda. And, since orange soda used to be my favorite, if we went to the fast food chain that had likely caffeinated orange soda, Dad would say, “No, that one has caffeine, order something else.” Then I’d argue that it didn’t have caffeine since it was an orange soda, since I only associated caffeinated sodas with having to be brown colored and being either a cola or a root beer. Depending on which restaurant we ordered food, Arby’s, McDonald’s or Wendy’s, one would have Minute Maid orange, another would have Orange Hi-C, and another would have Sunkist orange. It’s the Sunkist one that has the caffeine, but, I think Dad might have even been confused, believing that the wrong brand had caffeine when it didn’t. I don’t want to have to go back to those days! So, instead I just ask anyone out there reading this to please pray for my abnormal sexual thoughts to be cured despite still drinking the caffeine that’s causing it. I wouldn’t want to be sentenced to a probation condition of no caffeine by a judge, even if they could ever prove a little bit of what I’m confessing to, only the stuff not even serious enough to go to prison, let alone the most serious stuff of what I’m confessing to. In Texas, people believe that even being something far less abnormal such as being gay is a mortal sin, let alone the kind of sexual abnormality that I’m talking about, which I’m causing, not an orientation that I was just born with.
Part 8: Caffeine also caused the nasty Christmas Eve 2002 incident in Arizona when we were on a Christmas vacation trip there to visit my grandparents, and an aunt & uncle who live in Chandler also, the grandparents used to stay there in Mesa during the winter. We went out for Christmas Eve brunch at a restaurant that I want to avoid saying the name of, because once you leave a state after breaking the law, the clock on the passage of the statute of limitations stops, even though this was an accidental “crime”. During the wait for our food, I was sitting there having my coffee, and there was a woman who I saw coughing in her hand, looking like she most definately had a cold. She had a little boy who was whining and crying about having something in his eye, and she actual put her finger from the hand she had been coughing in to, in to his eye to get something out. I explained already how sexually aroused I get over that fantasy about women’s cold virussy fingers in someone’s eye and why. I get so intensely aroused that I felt a great cum well up behind my cock about to burst 4th, so I told them that I needed to go visit the restroom to blow my nose, then I ran, and I didn’t want the cum leaving any wet spot in my pants that they’d later see, so I was pulling down my pants as I was entering a stall so that it could squirt in the toilet. I had no clue that there was a little boy sitting on the shitting taking a shit but left the stall door unlatched, so I accidentally squirted some cum right in his mouth and nose, but then I turned my dick and squirted the rest on the floor. He spat violently with disgust like, “PPTTTThhh!!!PPPFFF!!! PFFFFFTHTHTT!!!!”, then he barfed all over in his pulled down pants and underwear, filling them full of puke. I ran out back to our table and the boy ran out of the restroom calling for his daddy and crying hysterically, with a big turd still sliding out with his barf-filled pants still pulled down in front of everyone, yelling, “A man just came in the bathroom and squirted a bunch of white stuff out of his penis in to my mouth!” I was planning to go back later and explain that it was an accident and apologize, so maybe about 20 minutes later, I told my parents that I need to go blow my nose again, and when I got back near the men’s room, there was already another man who had just gone in there who was about to go shit, who they wrongfully accused of being the one who did it. The cops told him that they needed to get him downtown, get him processed and fingerprinted, he can arrange for bail later. And he said that he did no such thing in the restroom. They felt like he was resisting arrest when he refused to go for something that he didn’t do, so they pinned him face down on the floor, and he started yelling, “Let me go! I’m gonna dookie myself! I’m gonna dookie myself! I’m gonna dookie myself! I’m gonna dookie myself….I’m gonna dookie myself!!!! Awwh! You son of a bitches! Now I just went and dookied myself! You,….just,….made,….me,….dookie myself!!!” He was wearing shorts, so a bunch of little shitballs were falling out of his pants on to the floor. He had to call his wife in handcuffs from a cellphone saying that they’re accusing him of some bullshit, he has no idea what, and he had to take a dump when they arrested him, his bowels let loose and all he was wearing were shorts, get there with bail as soon as you can. Since I didn’t yet know how to use a computer back in 2002, there was no way to find out what happened to him. I tried going to our local library and looking up Arizona phonebooks and find the police department’s number so that I could call anonymously from a payphone long-distance to ask about that case, since libraries used to hold telephone book directories for cities across the cuntity, but I couldn’t find one. It wasn’t until 2016 when I finally searched online for that arrest record and whethet he got wrongfully convicted and had to register as a sex offender, and sure enough, I recognized the man and he had to register for aggrevated lewdness with a child related convictions. I felt such pity-partiful about it after it had happened, that I came up with an alteration of the true story, but saying that it had happened here in town instead, and at a Hasting’s entertainment store, not at a restaurant in Arizona, and I told her that it had happened recently in 2004, not at the end of 2002. And I made up a part that said that somebody at Hasting’s from my workplace who knows me had overheard about the restroom incident in the comotion afterwards, and that the employee had later told other employees at my job, and that a police officer had come to work to talk to me about it. Mom was so upset over the story that she was crying as she talked with Dad during dinner. I thought maybe the real reason that she was crying was over trouble with her own employees and co-workers at her job, not because I made her upset. Tomarrow in part 9, I’ll talk about terrible incidents that occurred due to my caffeine induced incontinence too.
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Part 9: Hey Mr., Ms. or Mrs. 555 and 1, whoever you are from the comments posted under my first 8 comments, I assumed that it would be months or even years before anyone else would find and read my 8 other comments! I expected to have plenty of time to find someone else who I know who might be willing to permanently hide me at their home from law enforcement until these cases and incidents, once proven to be true, will get me life in prison, until it starts to fade in to law enforcement’s memories so that they don’t cuntinue investigating, and then return home from hiding much later a changed man after someone took their time discovering my posts, after kind people reposted it on social media to cure all my abnormal sexual thoughts with mass prayer. I expected there was plenty of time to change my IP address first so that FBI members couldn’t trace my posts. I’m not ready!! I’m urging you, please don’t go to the FBI, at least give me a 2-month headstart to get my shit together and titrate off of my high dosage of caffeine gradually, and then promise that I’ll only engage in normal, consential sexual intercourse with a woman in the future, in a loving marriage if I find the right woman, no more butt stuff, with children or women, no more jacking off over disasters, tragedies, graphic videos of people especially kids being hurt or killed, no more child porn, especially adult-on-child scat porn or butt stuff or excrement stuff porn or ultra-violent video masturbation, no more child-torture porn, shit eating, piss drinking, public pants pissing, public child forced butt fingering and no more ruining air conditioners by making just the compressors run for my sexual arousal! And to top it off, no more caffeine after the last day of September as prayees work on me to cure me of abnormal sexual perversions! I’m asking 555 and 1 to have mercy on me! My parents might even force me to give up coffee anyway if they find out the truth from the dentist about my PreviDent 5000 extra fluoride toothpaste prescribed by my dentist to prevent the watches between certain teeth from becoming fullblown cavities. On my H.I.P.A.A. forms I foolishly allowed my parents to be the other people who are allowed access to my medical and dental information, and both of my parents go to the same dentist as me. He told me during my check up, during the time that I’m using my high-fluoride toothpaste to repair the enamel, he told me not to drink any caffeinated beverages with the toothpaste treatment at least until my next check up over 6 months later. He said no caffeine either night or daytime, not just no caffeine right after brushing. He said that the caffeine molecules block the reaction between the sodium-fluoride and the calcium-carbonate enamel, and binds to it so that it can’t form the more cavity-resistant enamel calcium-fluorocarbonate. Plus he said, coffee is even worse, not just due to the caffeine, since the acids in the coffee also eat through enamel easier than if I didn’t have any coffee. When my mom or dad visit the dentist, that means he’s at liberty to ask them how I’m doing with my new toothpaste and whether I’m avoiding caffeine while using it. It was enjoying the smell of coffee brewing inside different places or in homes that first made me want to drink coffee for the first time anyway, since I wondered whether the taste would be even better than only the smell, but then I got addicted to caffeine and it ruined me sexually! It’s not my fault! My parents keep buying it for me anyway!
Part 10: One other side effect of caffeine that I haven’t talked about on here yet, is that caffeine also causes me to have hallucinations. I was too afraid to mention it on here before because I didn’t want to add fuel to the embarrassment of the other 2 side effects of caffeine, in case the FBI read all of these comments and came and talked to me and my parents. And I felt embarrassed enough telling my parents about its other side effects already, how it causes abnormal sexual thoughts and the feeling that my bladder won’t close. Visit the page “Caffeine can cause hallucinations”, from January 13, 2009, on livescience.com. But, I finally worked up the courage to tell my parents the day before Thanksgiving that caffeine causes me hallucinations, but they didn’t believe me. So, then the stress of both the feeling of such embarrassment, plus the stress caused by my parents not believing me, was enough to make the caffeine induced hallucinations suddenly escalate to get far worse and much more frequent since then. Such as, hearing the voice of Mr. Godsey’s hamm radio interference over the car radio while it was tuned to the radio broadcast playing Topeka Bible Church’s live Christmas music during the Christmas lights show that they have on the outside of the church, which they display for people to watch from the parking lot in your car each December as a lights & musical performance. Long explanation short, Mr. Godsey used to be a next door neighbor who we haven’t lived next to since September 6, 1994, once we moved, and he died in 2000 anyway. But, when we used to live there, sometimes the hamm radio would interfere with our TV’s & radios, but you couldn’t hear what he was saying. It just sounded like, “Dyoo-doo-dwoo-dyoo-doo-doooo-doo-doo”, but I started hallucinating the sound of his hamm radio at our last new house, our current new house, and many other places that aren’t at home too. That’s just one of many kinds of hallucinations caused by caffeine that I’ve had since just 2 days after drinking coffee for the first time back on December 24, 1993. I have a really long, detailed description about all this stuff written down for my parents to eventually read which gives a history about it, once I work up the courage to let them know the details after the holidays. For now it’s hidden in the turquoise pot on top of the basement family room china cabinet. There’s more to post here in part 11.
Part 11: Since the caffeine induced hallucinations significantly worsened after telling my parents, and I’d been obsessed with this new schizophrenia medication that they advertise on TV a lot, since one of its side effects is urinary retention, opposite of incontinence, and it it helps with schizophrenia symptoms, including hallucinations, which of course in my case are purely caused by caffeine, not schizophrenia. I thought, I wish I could take that so that it would either prevent or lessen caffeine’s side effect of hallucinations, and its possible urinary retention side effect would help my caffeine side effect of incontinence get better too. So, when I got a lucky break sort of jackpot that just fell in to my lap, I just took it. Me & Dad were taking our nightly mall walk at West Ridge Mall, and while Dad had sat down for a while to rest his foot, and I kept walking, I saw a brand new prescription bag from a pharmacy that someone opened and left sitting in a chair unattended as they temporarily walked away to do something else. I saw that it was 2 full bottles of Cobenfy, so I stuck both bottles in my jacket pocket and took it home. Then, in order to hide the evidence but still be able to use it, I ground up one bottle of pills in the little coffee grinder, put it in a big Ziploc bag, poured one of the full new jars of instant Folgers in to the bag, mixed it together really well and poured it back in to the jar. Then, I did the same thing with the 2nd bottle of pills and the 2nd new jar of instant coffee and put the 2nd jar back in to the kitchen pantry. Only I drink the instant coffee though, Dad drinks brewed Folgers from the coffee maker and Mom drinks tea. Now it’ll hopefully have a positive affect the more I drink it. I copied down the patient’prescription number, the pharmacy phone number, their full name, home phone number, home address and date of birth, by typing it on a Microsoft Notepad file and hiding it with a nonsense looking file title, with the file extention temporarily changed to a .api file that I can change back later to a .txt to read it. I hid the file in a deep layer of system folders in one of Dad’s two back up hard drives, not on the regular hard drive. So, when the weather is warm enougj later to walk out to that patient’s pharmacy for a new prescription refill, I can call in a refill first posing as them, then pick it up there, and keep mixing it with my coffee.
Part 12: I disposed of the 2 Cobenfy bottles in the recycle bin, but saved the prescription info for multiple future refills to grind up to mix with my coffee. One of the hallucinations is that I now see all reds as looking like blues, all blues as looking like reds, all greens looking like oranges, all oranges looking like greens, all pinks looking like light blues and all light blues looking like pinks. It’s an automatic color reversal hallucination whenever I see anything with red or blue, lighter shades of them, or any secondary colors that are made by adding a certain amount of red to yellow to make orange or blue to yellow to make green. True purple or violet looks just the same, except for reddish-purple looks blueish-purple, and blueish-purple looks reddish-purple, brown looks the same unless it’s reddish-brown, it then appears blueish-brown instead. This permanent color appearance reversal hallucination will probably stay a permanent condition until I either give up caffeine, or until the Cobenfy-coffee mix finally fully kicks in. This new permanent color reversal thing only happened since after November, due to th symptom escalation triggered by the initial stress of telling my parents on a note. Prior to that, I only occasionally saw red things as blue or pink things as light-blue, no reversal with seeing blue things as red or any other colors in reverse. This only occurred about one to two percent of the time that I looked at red things, and only once in a very great while I’d see the red and blue colorations in reverse flickering back and forth between separate red and blue objects or images, if the 2 differently colored items were right next to one another. But, that still happened even more rarely than just seeing red stuff as blue. The seeing red things as occasionally blue, was something that began in January of 1997, after I started fantasizing about, what if red things were my favorite color blue, and at the time I used to believe that red & blue were opposites. And since this was a new fun, silly fantasy obsession about seeing opposite colors and I was under the influence of caffeine on a daily basis, hallucinations about it suddenly began to occur. It didn’t escalate to full-color permanent reverse until a sequence of events in an escalation process after writing a mention about my caffeine induced hallucinations. I finished with a timeline description for my parents to read later, about how that particular one escalated, it’s in the final portion of my caffeine side effects chronical-log for them to read. I certainly hope the Cobenfy patient hasn’t called the police about their missing prescription.
Part 13: Like I said again, I need every website reader’s prayers to cure me of my abnormal caffeine induced side effects, not a visit from law enforcement. Even if I didn’t go to prison a judge could order me to have no caffeine as a condition for some sort of probation, and of course my parents would never buy me coffee again. I’m expecting some flavored coffees as a Christmas gift, and they’d probably return the coffee and get a cash refund and give half of the money to the American Cancer Society and half to the American Heart Association, due to all the bladder cancer and heart disease caffeine causes, since I’m sure that my parents still have some lingering old school concepts of caffeine & health. Speaking of old school and caffeine, back when I was still a teenager, before I started drinking coffee, while I was still just in middle school, back then my parents were very strict about me not having caffeine. I perfered chocolate milk instead of regular milk during lunch at Landon Middle School, and after I told Mom she got really pissed! She wrote a note in my notebook to my paraprofessional and teacher telling them to make sure that I didn’t pick chocolate milk. And she called up my principal saying to me, “I think I’m gonna give your principal my permission to paddle you if you’re caught drinking chocolate milk in the cafeteria anymore, that has caffeine, and you can’t have it!” She was so pissed when she first found out that she said, “If you’re caught drinking anymore chocolate milk you’re gonna be in some deep, deep shit!! Is that clear!?” Also, back in the good old days of the 1980’s & early ’90s, people still believed that caffeine use led to bladder cancer, ulcers, high blood pressure, strokes and heart disease.
Part 14: When I was caught as a kid having caffeine; When I finally made the mistake of drinking chocolate milk during lunch one day at Landon Middle School, after I was told not to, my para Mary Mulryan told my teachers of my classroom who were sitting in a group with us together having lunch, Bob Blake and Bev Williams, and they took me to Jerry Meyer’s office, the school principal during my 1991-’92 school year, and he paddled me with the permission of my parents. He pulled the paddle out of his desk drawer and said, “Now, I’m going to give you just one chance to be honest with me. Did you drink chocolate milk?” I fibbed and said no, so he swatted me hard. He said, “Every time you lie to me you’re going to get another swat. Did…you…drink…chocolate…milk?” I told him no again, so I got another swat. He asked again, “Did you drink chocolate milk!?” I kept saying no, so I kept getting swats until I had to say yes. Then I was suspended for the rest of that afternoon for having caffeine in chocolate milk. But before I was sent home he gave me some papers of some copied school library medical encyclopedia pages talking about the health risks of caffeine such as bladder cancer and heart disease. I had to spend the afternoon at Grandma & Grandpa’s house while my parents were at work. Grandma was disappointed. She told me, “We like to see you visit and you’re welcome to come over anytime you want, but not on a school day when you’re supposed to be in school.” Grandpa got through having a peanutbutter & jelly sandwich for lunch and started stirring up a batch of Andes Mint cookie dough to bake and ate a little piece of cookie dough, sipped a little bit of coffee from his cup and said, “Oh, my…you got a D.R., that’s terrible! How unbelievable that you were naughty at school.” A D.R. was short for disciplinary referrel. Mom also warned me before, that from now on if I get sent home from school for misbehavior, that I’d have to miss dinner. During my homework that night, she was still merciful enough to give me some food that was enough to be almost like a full dinner but not quite all the way a dinner, because I was still under punishment after all. It was a plate with honey roasted peanuts, cheese slices, fruit slices of apple and pear and milk. But, during my homework I stuck my foot out to trip Mom on purpose and she fell on the plate of food and knocked it all on to the floor and started yelling curse words. I asked her if she could make me another plate of almost dinner food slices and she told me, no, that I blew it since I tripped her on purpose. Years later when I though back on Grandpa shaming me for getting a D.R. for having chocolate milk at school while he was sipping coffee and nibbling on cookie dough with chocolate in it, that made him seem like a hypocrit.
Part 15: Then, even before that, there was the time that I was only 11 and my brother was 10. We had some Chocolate pudding pops in the freezer, it was summer, and it was a yummy, cold snack to have, but it had caffeine because of the chocolate, but such a tiny amount compared to coffee. But, the rule was no chocolate or caffeinated soda after 5 O’clock or we’d get a severe spanking. Me & my brother both ate a Chocolate pudding pop after 5:00, so we both got spanked on the bare butts for minutes-on-end as punishment. Dad spanked our bare butts with the plastic sweeper end nozzle until they got all bloody and blistered. Dad was following me up and down the basement stairs hitting my bare butt with the sweeper end. After being told not to have chocolate milk at school, they told me, “Even though we’re not Mormons, we’re Catholic, Mormons do believe that caffeine, sugar, alcohol and tobacco are a sin to use. But, even as Catholics it’s a sin for you to have caffeine if we told you not to. Because the Ten Commandments say, “Honor thy father & mother”, so when you have caffeine it’s disobeying us, and everytime you do so, you have to spend more time in the purgatory, which is just like Hell, but it just doesn’t last forever.” I told Dad, “I can’t repent for the venial sins though because they’re too small to feel sorry for all of them, because I can’t care.” Then Dad said, “Well, you will care.”
Part 16: I don’t think I mentioned this yet in any of my other comments on here, but I’d have to go back and re-read it all to be sure. So, I’ll just tell you in part 16, whether I already did mention this or not. On a trip somewhere where I travelled with my parents, and I absolutely can’t say where, but this trip had an incident during it where a newborn baby girl burned to death and a bicyclist was hit and killed by a responding ambulance en route to the baby burning death scene that I caused, and then I learned details from a combination of their local news and later even more from online, that an innocent man was not only wrongfully identified as causing it, but he was accused of doing it intentionally and then wrongfully convicted and sentenced to death row. And, as far as I know he’s never had his conviction overturned and been taken off of death row, or he may have even been executed already. This whole incident was caused by my other less talked about caffeine side effect of not feeling like my bladder will close automatically, and how it makes me have to concentrate on closing my bladder to make it close. On trip X, on date and year X, me and my parents were at a restaurant eating dinner, and this restaurant had a very big lit, gas fireplace that was wide open with no screen closed at the time. Before we left I used the restroom to pee, then, since I have to squint my eyes closed and press the toes of my left foot in to the ground to help me concentrate on closing my bladder back up again after I empty it, I left the restroom walking fast in order to catch up with my parents who were already way ahead of me almost out of the building walking back to the car, so, while walking fast I was squinting my eyes closed and and pressing down the toes of my left foot at the same time in order to close my bladder, and the combination of doing those 2 other things while trying to walk fast, caused me to accidentally ram in to a baby stroller which rolled in to the middle of the flames in the fireplace, the little baby started burning alive and screaming in agony. Her parents panicked and reached in to the flames with all of their hands, causing severe 3rd degree burns over all of them, but the baby burned to death because it’s impossible to grab onto anything while your hands are in extreme pain from being burned in fire. Even though them and many other horrified customers were screaming loudly, my parents never heard them because they were already outside the building too far away with the door shut. So, I hurried and walked back and we got in the car and drove back to our hotel. On their local news when I was in my own hotel room by myself, they said that a 4-month-old baby girl burned to death after being what was believed to be, getting intentionally shoved in her stroller in to a lit fireplace. They said it was by some still unidentified male suspect, motives unknown. They said, then minutes later when first responders were heading towards the scene, the ambulance en route struck and killed a 24-year-old male bicyclist. Later, I had to wait until a future trip to research anymore details about the incident online, since I didn’t want to use our home computer IP address to visit any news sites or police reports talking about it, in case law enforcement were collecting IP addresses that researched the case. So, I had to look it up on the hotel business center computer on our next trip. It said that all of her parents’ hands got severe 3rd degree burns trying to unsuccessfully rescue her. It gave the names of both the 4-month-old baby and the man killed on his bike by the ambulance. It said that an innocent man had been identified, accused of doing it intentionally, got arrested, wrongfully convicted and now he’s on death row. It didn’t say innocent or wrongfully convicted in the news report, that’s what I’m saying because I know he didn’t do it, but they still truly believe he did. He’s either still on death row or has been executed. But, I don’t want to look it up from home because I don’t want to leave an IP address trail.
Part 17: I don’t want to tell my parents otherwise they might not allow me to drink anymore coffee ever again, only allow me to drink water. They could also go apply for guardianship so that I wouldn’t even be allowed to spend my own money without their permission so that I wouldn’t be able to buy coffee myself. Under guardianship it would really fucken suck cock, almost as bad as prison, since there are all kinds of rules that the adult under guardianship has to follow, like being a child but even worse. If I disobeyed my parents, then they could tell the judge and they could hold me in cuntempt of court every time I disobeyed one of my parents. They could say, no mint-chocolate chip ice cream, chocolate chip cookies, chocolate-peppermint Luna bars, no hot chocolate, no Dove chocolates, no peanut butter balls with chocolate chips or with cocoa in them, no chocolate ice cream, only vanilla, no cereal with chocolate flavor, no chocolate bars, no chocolate syrup, because those things all have caffeine. And God..forbid you should ever have any coffee or tea, or the shit will really hit the fan!! There will be hell to pay if you ever drink that shit again!! I know I wouldn’t go to prison for it since it was an accident, but law enforcement and the courts would definitely intervene with my parents in regulating my caffeine intake. I can’t them now, it’s almost Christmas and I’m expected flavored coffees as a gift. Unfortunately, the man who’s still on death roll with just have to wait until I use up all of my soon to get flavored coffee, and when I’m finally ready to “JUST SAY NO!”, like Nancy Reagan told people to say about illegal drugs, but in this case a legal but still addictive drug with side effects, caffeine.
Part 18: What’s amazing and seems so silly in retrospect, is that at age 17, not only was it okay for me to drink caffeine for the first time without my parents telling me that it was bad for me, but stronger than chocolate milk or soda caffeine. On Christmas Eve 1993, it was like a switch was flipped and suddenly it was okay and even encouraged with the new coffee maker, flavored coffees and new coffee mugs, such as, the Daffy Duck shaped mug, and it also flipped a switch on all the side effects that I’ve had ever since. This being just less than 2 years after I got paddled by the principal for having chocolate milk, got a D.R., got sent home from school so that I had to miss dinner, had Grandpa bitch about it like it was something terrible, and had him even tell me that, even though I don’t like getting punished for it now, it’s for my own good in the long run, because they love me, and they don’t want me to get heart disease or bladder cancer when I’m older, and caffeine is bad for my immune systom, I’ll get sick more often, I’ll ruin the lining of my bladder. At that time, health studies said that caffeine was very toxic to the lining of the bladder and ruined it after long-term use, just like ketamine does to the bladder. And, they believed at the time that it was as destructive to your immune system as chemotherapy was. And of course they believed it led to heart attacks, heart disease, ulcers, bladder cancer, strokes and high blood pressure, just like smoking does.
Part 19: There are so many nasty and weird side effects to my caffeine use, and I was hoping to get some cans of Red bull as a Christmas present, but when I wrote that down as a final gift idea Mom said no, it’s got too much caffeine. So, that makes her a cobenfy now. A “cobenfy” is now what I call someone who doesn’t or didn’t used to let me have caffeine. Since Cobenfy treats schizophrenia and therefore prevents hallucinations, just like as if I prevented my caffeine induced hallucinations by giving up caffeine or having someone else not allow me to have caffeine, and since a side effect of Cobenfy is urinary retention, which would cancel out the symptom of incontinence, just like not being allowed caffeine would treat my incontinence. Also, I was watching actor Conan O’Brian in the movie “Please don’t destroy! The treasure of foggy mountain”, and in the movie he had glasses and a full beard, just like my dad had until early February 1994, when he finally just started wearing a mustash. It was February 6, 1994 if I remember accurately. So, that means for most of my childhood and early to mid teenage years, Dad had a full beard for most of that time that I wasn’t allowed caffeine yet. And, Conan’s name starts with the same two letters as Cobenfy. So, someone who doesn’t allow me caffeine is a cobenfy.
Part 20: Some of the other things that I did, do, or that happened as a consequence of caffeine side effects that would make my dad become the cobenfy once again are; The time when I went to see the K-State campus open house day on April 12, 2025, where I went with my parents and Aunt Susan to see the botanical garden area and then we did some other campus touring. Not only did I cum my pants while walking by one building that had a big commercial sized A/C condenser behind a thin metal fence with a thin, seethrough green covering on the inside of the fence. I heard the compressors running but then could see through the fencing and through the side of the condenser grill, and see that none of the fans were turning. It may not have been malfunctioning though, it might be designed to have just the compressors run without the fans when it’s not very hot outside, and it was a nice day outside, but it needed to cool the building just a little bit. The wet spot soaked all the way through and I was trying to hold my shirt down over my pants to keep anyone from seeing the cumspot. Then, when we went to the K-State library to look around, I had 14 computer paper sheet printouts with a bright-red caption typed at the tops of each paper all in giant sized lettering, with screen captures from adult-on-child scat porn videos on the dark web, showing women and some men too, shitting turds right in to little kids’ & toddlers’mouths, with their assholes right on their mouths. It had a collection of pictures of it pasted right under the big, red caption, telling whoever finds this to please pray for caffeine to stop causing me to have abnormal sexual thoughts such as ones involving fantasies about this shit. I took the 14 copies folded up in my pocket, wrapped in paper towel to keep my fingerprints and DNA off of them, and I unfolded each one of the 14 copies one at a time, handling it with kleenex, and I stuck each one between the pages of a different random book around the library for 14 separate people to eventually find and pray for me.
Part 21: At least their campus surveillance footage will probably all be recorded over by the time anyone finds these and prays for it, and the FBI station in Manhattan is around 40 miles away from the FBI station in Topeka, so they won’t know me there. Just like copies that I left on our 2024 eclipse trip in Little Rock, Arkansas, where I left papers with prayer requests just like it inside the Coca-cola vending machine condenser grill on one of the floors of our hotel while I was abnormally horny but was trying to give up coffee for good, by leaving a Ziploc bag filled with the remains of my instant coffee behind the Coke machine too. Cravings took over and I went and retreived my coffee anyway, but, the vile, child pornographic prayer requests remained inside the vending machine for maintenance people to discover much later in the future. I was going to make it a complete deal by putting my given up coffee behind it to show that I didn’t want caffeine in my life anymore causing abnormal perversion feelings. There were 3 copies left in the Coke machine grill, there was one I left in my hotel room Bible, along with another handwritten note prayer request/confession about the bladder closure-newborn baby fireplace pushing accident and a prayer request for my bladder to close automatically, despite my cuntinued caffeine use. So, 4 notes left there about my sexual fantasy side effects, one about my incontinence side effects, 2 child pornographic prayer request copies that I dropped on the hiking trail in a wooded area near the park where we watched the eclipse, I can remember the name for sure, something to the effect of Twin Rivers Park, it’s been a long time since then. Before we entered Little Rock, we stopped at the Little Rock visitors center to use the restroom, and I stuck 5 copies of my child pornographic prayer request in different pamphlets around the shelves for visitors to find later on. I left the final copy behind the toilet seat germ protector covers at Chick Filet on our drive back from Little Rock, the same place that I forced the little boy in a stall to finger my asshole while it had some shit up inside of it.
Part 22: I print out large batches of those screen video captures of adults shitting in children’s mouths and forcing them to eat shit out of their assholes from adult-on-child scat porn sites, pasted in to montages with big prayer request captions ontop asking people to pray for my caffeine induced abnormal sexual feelings to be cured, every so often, maybe as often as once every 2 or 3 months and I find places to leave them. I put one inside a board game box on that mobile cabinet that they keep outside of the tea shop at West Ridge Mall. I scattered 4 of them around McCain Auditorium in Manhattan on October 16, 2025, when we went to see the performance “Iluminate”, I put one in a book on a shelf in a 2nd floor room which was the one with all these mineral collection rocks in it in a house on the October 12, 2025 Potwin homes tours, I left 9 copies of some around Chicago during our 2022 trip to visit my cousin’s wedding. I stuck 8 in books in the gift shop at the Chicago Art Institute museum, and I shoved one through an air grill on the museum wall, it was either an air return or an air supply. On our 2016 trip to Chicago for my 40th birthday, I took 11 copies of that sort of thing, which not only had a collection of the adult-on-child scat porn pictures, but also video hyperlinks pasted to the papers which were links to terrible disaster videos, videos of children and others burning alive, getting brutally beaten to death, brutally killed, tortured, mass shooting recordings as they happened ISIS burning people to death, videos of children getting hit by cars, etc., and I had to sneak them unfolded between blank printer papers between pages in a magazine, that magazine hidden between other magazines hidden in my carry-on bag to sneak them through the airport to Chicago without being caught, since we flew in 2016, unlike in 2022, when we drove. I stuffed one paper inside of a little equipment heat mitagation air grill inside the large table screen cosmic telescope varying light-ray photo rendition of planets, stars and galaxies that was in the Chicago Science museum, folded up tight to fit in for an equipment maintanence person to discover in the future. I dropped 3 of them on seats of the bus, left two on the empty audience area seats at the dolphin pool area in the Chicago Aquarium, and I left the rest of them on tables in the Chicago science museum’s cafeteria. During our 2012 trip to Aberdeen, Washington to visit a different cousin’s wedding, I snuck one paper there like those other ones, and I dropped it through a partially open front car side window of an antique car as we happened to walk past an antique car show being held on a street corner somewhere in Aberdeen.
Part 23: My caffeine induced abnormal sexual fantasies and urges, was what led to me doing what I did at my last job, which was a janitorial job, but the incident I’m mentioning is how this incident got someone else fired, not me fired. I didn’t get fired until a separate kind of incident of my own, well over two years later. This one that got someone else fired happened sometime in either March or April of 2004. This is when I had a janitorial job working on the 5th floor of a bank. Since there were plenty of times when a job coach wasn’t with me, and it was after all of the office workers had left at night, I was by myself there plenty often. I drank a whole 2-quart plastic pitcher of coffee before work in order to make my bladder full and experimented with how easy heavy breathing triggered bladder leakage is while laying naked, the same position I’d be in if I was hit by a car naked with a full bladder if I was out of breath from riding a bike naked, since I get sexual pleasure by seeing how easy it is for heavy breathing to make me pee, experimenting over what would really happen in a real life scenario if I would be in too much pain to focus on keeping my bladder closed while breathing fast. I went on to the 6th floor instead of staying on my floor to work, knowing that one of the female janitors was always done working on the 6th floor at a certain time every night before finishing their other assigned work on the first floor. I knew that floor was empty by 7:30, and I didn’t have to clock out until 9:00, so I explored rooms in office suites to lock myself in to and lay buck naked for the bladder leaking experiment. I found an office way in the back of the big office suite that had a sofa to lay naked on, touch my buttcrack, breathe fast with a full bladder, and cuntinue laying there like I was ready to go to sleep in the completely dark office suite. I didn’t feel like it was committing fraud by being clocked in but not working even though I got paid by the hour, or that it was public nudity or public lewdness if nobody was around to see me. Since, I had one job coach early in my work history who made it feel like it was okay even if I didn’t work the whole time. He told me, “It’s alright, you work at your own pace.” But, unbelievably I fell asleep naked on the office couch in the dark office of the locked office suite. I was lucky I didn’t sleep ’til next morning because the office people would’ve opened up their suite to work and found me laying naked in diarrhea and puke. All that coffee I forced down my throat to fill my bladder so full, had a ton of honey to sweeten it, which I didn’t realize at the time cause nausea and diarrhea to overdose on. I had fallen asleep and shit diarrhea all over the couch and floor, then got really sick to my stomach from the smell while asleep, then I barfed all over the place too. I panicked, wiped my face and ass off in the restroom, finished shitting out any leftover runs, then I started walking back home. It was about 1:46 a.m. when I got out of the building, all the other janitors had long since left. I got back home between 3:00 & 4:00 a.m. and my mom had called the police not knowing where I was because I never left work when Dad came to pick me up at 9:00. I had to fib and say that I stayed walking all night to worry them because I was angry at my parents. The payroll computer system at my janitorial company must have paid way over time for the extra hours that I stayed clocked in. We clocked in and out of work by dialing the company’s number over the phone and pressing the last 4 digits of our social security number. I clocked out about 1:46 a.m. though, but they didn’t catch it. But, the following day that other female janitor co-worker never came back again, like they had fired her for leaving the big barf-diarrhea mess in the 6th floor office even though she didn’t.
Part 24: My parents just got me a bunch of flavored coffees for Christmas, and a French press coffee maker, so my parents can absolutely not find out about any of this if my attempt to give a national news agency a link to the comment section of this site, it has to be on a program on either Fox News Channel or NewNation, which my parents aren’t gonna be watching, when I have a national news program ask for Mr. Anonymous (me), to be prayed for to cure me of caffeine induced abnormal sexual thoughts and corresponding behaviors because of it, caffeine induced hallucinations and incontinence, along with this full confession of shit, otherwise they’ll make me relinquish all my flavored coffee, instant coffee, and they’ll never buy me anymore coffee!
Part 25: If they confiscate my French press coffee maker, flavored coffees and instant coffee, they might trade it in for a Bartesian, some liquors and flavored waters instead of coffee stuff. That’s so they could try to make me like a normal person who doesn’t drink coffee, most people only drink water or pops, not all of them caffeinated, and at home their 2nd normal beverage other than water is alcoholic beverages. Drinking coffee not only is kind of an abnormal beverage for starters, but caffeine affects my brain really abnormally too, due to how a brain like mine with autism is structured abnormally. That gives me the hallucinations and abnormal sexual feeling from caffeine. I bet they’d think alcohol would have just the opposite effect and make me more normal. So, if they had read any of these comments or read any of my caffeine-hallucinations or abnormal sexual thoughts and activities manifesto-prayer request handwritten papers, the surprise that I overheard Dad talking about might have been a Bartesian instead of a French press coffee maker. I heard him talking about a surprise with other family members on Christmas evening before we opened presents. And, I asked him, “Did you say something about a surprise?”, and he laughed a little and said, “Well, you’ll just have to wait and find out.” I’d much rather have that be a coffee related surprise than I would being bottles of Mio for flavoring water, something with no caffeine or a Bartesian.
Part 25: I forgot to clarify why my sexual fantasy about children or others getting bleach up their butts during a tornado is possible. If someone had to take a shit right before a tornado warning or a tornado emergency, and they only pushed the shit part of the way out of their rectum so that they neither had time to finish, yet they couldn’t close their anus tightly because the big, hard turd had just begun to come out, and they had to run to shelter during it, and the tornado spilled a ruptured jug of bleach all over their butt, or they were pinned under heavy debris for hours or unconscious on the floor for hours, laying butt down in a big puddle of bleach for hours, it would ruin the lining of their rectum for hours, not only causing extreme pain from being chemically burned alive up the asshole, but they’d be incontinent for the rest of their life too if they survived. That’s why I cum when I see videos, or even better, live TV footage of horrible tornadoes like the May 3, 1999, or the May 20, 2013 tornadoes in Moore, Oklahoma or the 2011 Joplin, Missouri tornado. I cum mostly over the notion that little kids might be getting bleach up their butts, or maybe a chemical like car battery acid or drain cleaner, or that a hot water heater could tip over on one of them, spill all of its hot water all over their body and burn them alive. Above I also misspelled NewsNation as NewNation, for a correction.
Part 26: I forgot to mention earlier too, that when it cums to the frequency of how often I used to and still do, make just the compressors run in people’s air conditioner condensers without their fans, it used to be almost everyday or night and sometimes more than one a day or night, from the beginnings until the ends of every summer from 1999-2003, which is hundreds of residential and commercial air conditioners over 5 full summers, 5 if you include 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002 & 2003. Then, ever since then I just started doing it once in a while, not all the time.
Part 27: I may just try a Neupulse frontal lobe brain stimulator like Baylen Dupree is trying to reduce her Tourette’s Syndrome ticks, to reduce my caffeine induced abnormal sexual thoughts and hallucinations without having to give up coffee. It’s like deep brain stimulation without having to have any wires surgically implanted in your brain, it’s just a wrist-worn device, and only available in the U.K., but at least she showed how easy it was to get a passport by just going to the library. So, I’m gonna have a very pleasant big surprise soon by near curing my autism with a device that I can bring back home wearing it on my wrist. I’ll first take Mom or Dad’s credit card out of their wallet, copy down the credit card info, go online and barrow one of their credid card numbers to book a flight to London and back, book a hotel room there, order for an airport shuttle to take me to KCI, then bring lots of cash snuck out of their wallets over a couple of months to use for buying food and drink etc., I’ll look up a doctor to make an appointment to meet with in London about getting a Neupulse, I’ll ride my bike to the library to get my passport before my trip, and make my parents be eternally greatful about curing, not only this caffeine induced nastiness, but near curing my autism too. It’s such a terrible disease!
Part 28: On the show Baylen out loud, she did say that the Neupulse device is helping significantly with her Tourette’s Syndrome tics, so I’m pretty sure now that it would help with autism, and especially caffeine induced hallucinations and abnormal sexual thoughts. I was trying to describe another new air conditioner incident that just happened in early fall of this year while the weather was still warm enough for people to run their A/C, but the internet temporarily lost connectivity before I could finish typing and posting it. I hope nothing fux up with the connection this time. I found a 2-bladed fan air conditioner condenser outside of a house between about 1:00 & 2:00 a.m. one night, when I was really horny to make only the compressor run, this was sometime at the end of September or early October. The electrical shut off box was too tightly squeezed between the condenser and the house, just like the other 2-bladed one I talked about before where the compressor overheated enough to start a fire. So, I walked home to get the big salad serving spoon again, to wedge between the grill and fan blades so that it couldn’t turn but the compressor would still run. But, when I stripped buck naked to finger my buttcrack while watching, and jammed the spoon handle between the running fanblades, this time it only knocked one fanblade off and only one fanblade remained spinning. So, it would still only move half the amount of air over the condenser coils, but close enough to a just compressor running without a fan, that it still made me start squirting the cum naked but I was unable to complete having the semem cum all the way out. I was interrupted by a woman turning on the back porch light to the house that I did it at. The loud clanking of one blade popping off and falling to the bottom of the condenser had woken up the house resident. I was buck naked but just around the corner of her house in her sideyard. She walked around to see me before I could get any clothes back on, so she ran back in the house, I thought she was calling the cops, so I watched naked while still getting dressed through an opening in some shrubs of a nearby yard that I had run to, to hide. She came out in to her yard with a tennis racket, she had no shirt on and had skinny, muscular looking abs and arms, she looked kind of like a composite between actress Chaley Rose and Toni Braxton, the way she looked in the early ’90s. My cum being interfered from fully jacking off, I talk about that in part 29.
Part 29: So, after failing to jack off and having to run home after hearing police sirens, carrying the salad spoon between the bottom of my shirt and top of my shorts, I finally just had to maximize arousal to make the painfully stuck in the tubes cum squirt out. Once holding unfully squirted cum in the semenal tubes for more than a couple of minutes, a sharp pain in the groin around those tubes developes if not squirted soon after building up to a blow out. It’s a severe pain in that area just like a severe footcramp when the tendins in the arch of a foot gets too curled up. So, I had to come in through the back door, close to where the back bathroom is located, while Mom had gotten up in the middle of the night like she usually does, to put Rogaine in her hair and to brush her teeth, since she usually lays down for a while after dinner, not intending to go all the way to sleep, but almost always does. She didn’t see or hear me come in though. So, I had to grab the old mouse out of the basement china cabinet, which is a mouse with the wrong shaped plug to fit in to the USB port, since they hide the regular mouses from me. I had to get a paperclip out of Mom’s bedroom desk to unfold and tape one end of to the contacts on the round mouse plug, tape the other end to the small end of a USB adapter plug and then plug the big end of in to the USB port. Then, I had to quickly go on TOR and search for a female shitting in a child’s mouth scat porn video from the dark web, record it while Mom was just around the corner from the family room, in the kitchen brushing her teeth, and record it on my still able to operate, Flip video camera to plug in to the USB port of the basement family room TV to watch and jack off over. I fully cummed while in the secrecy of the family room, then deleted the video from my camera when finished. There was one tense moment after cumming though, when I heard footsteps coming back over the diningroom and livingroom floor above me, where I had to dash for the remote to turn off the TV while the end of the vdeo was still in stopped mode upon the big screen, and I accidentally spilled my big pitcher of coffee on to the carpet while getting the remote cuntrol in the dark. I had to spend almost an hour sopping up coffee by pressing paper towels on the carpet.
Part 30: I wish I still worked at my last job that I had at the bank, doing janitorial on the 5th floor, without a jobcoach, completely alone for 3 hours instead of working where I currently do, which is at a workshop full of retards, who I really fucken hate since the violent unpredictability of them makes for an inherent hostile work environment. At my last job I could’ve stalled on a nightly basis to watch adult-on-child scat porn on an office computer. All I’d have to do is to download a password recovery program on to a thumb drive from at home, take it there, plug it into any computer I wanted, find their administrative password, log on, disable the office porn filter, then watch the adult-child shitting porn stuff. I’d probably set back the calendar and clock on their computer to look like it had been being viewed during their work hours so that if they found out they’d get in deep shit with the FBI, fired, go to federal prison and have to register as a sex-offender, not me. Anyhow, despite who got prosecuted for kiddy porn, at least neither one of us would get prosecuted for fraud for not working while we were clocked in. My first ever job coach, Don Hicks, who used to work with the Vocational Rehabilitation Unit (VRU), back in the ’90s, told me that I could work at my own pace. I took that to mean, even if working at my own pace wasn’t working at all.
Part 31: I was watching a YouTube video by Ivana Perkovic, who was talking about her New Year’s resolution to give up caffeine, and she said that a Red Bull has 30 mgs of caffeine and a cup of coffee has 60 mgs of caffeine. So, I hope they don’t show the amount of caffeine in a can of Red Bull when they’re airing the commercial for it and my parents can see that, otherwise they’ll never allow me to have coffee again after comparing that the levels of caffeine in coffee are much higher, after they refused my requests to buy me a can of Red Bull. They said it has too much caffeine. If they find out that coffee has at least twice the amount and that I make it stronger than normal and drink a 2-quart pitcher of it at a time, especially after Dad read an article online about a man who died of a heart attack because he drank multiple energy drinks, then I’d have to kiss coffee’s ass goodbye. So, I need to be able to delete any browser history of watching that caffeine concentration comparison video or they could find it in the history and watch it and then I could suddenly find all my coffee gone one day, confiscated. I’m able to delete all of the parts of my browser history in Microsoft Edge and Google Chrome, but there’s one more thing I need to delete also but can’t. When I search with Google it has a separate section called Google activity. I used to be able to delete that without it prompting me for the Google account password to log in with first, but in the fall of 2023, it started prompting me for the password first, but I don’t know the password. Dad’s Google password used to be “bagwormworker” back in 2010 and even up in to at least the late 2010’s, like around 2017, but it’s not that anymore. I’m asking one of you out there to either hack Google accounts that you can find had a deleted history of bagwormworker and post what possible list of new passwords you found, if you’re able to somehow, and post it in this comment section, or post here the name of an online password recovery program that I can maybe use to find it with. It only technically breaks the law and it’s a victimless, small-fry federal crime. Nothing that the FBI will care about, and they have many more serious things to investigate around the cuntidy, and they’re too short-staffed of agents anyway to worry about that kind of stuff after the DOGE mass firings anyway.
Part 32: Now I have one other disaster to search for graphic videos of online to cum over, the bar fire in Crans-Montana, Switzerland that burned 40 people to death in and injured 119 others on New Year’s Day, started by champaign bottle sparklers, even better than the footage I jacked off over last New Year’s Day of the truck ramming massacre in New Orleans. Dear, Conni Biesalski, the anti-caffologist who I directed to go find this webpage link of, doesn’t this make you want to contact the national news in order to ask the audience to pray for my caffeine side effects to be cured. Because, I’m too fucken stubborn when it cums to me be willing to quit caffeine!
Part 33: More about the subject of incontinence caused by caffeine. I’d never be able to drive a car unless I gave up caffeine first. Since the left & right feet or at least one foot has to be used to press the gas pedal and the brake pedal, and I have to press my left foot down to help me concentrate on keeping my bladder closed, I wouldn’t be able to safely drive even if I learned how to. I asked my parents whether you use your left foot or your right foot to press on the gas pedal, and they said that the brake is on the left side and the gas on the right, but that they usually just use one foot to switch back and forth to press the gas or the brake. Either way, if I tried driving and had to continuously press down my left foot to keep my bladder closed because of the incontinence side effect, it would make driving really dangerous whether I accidentally pressed on either the gas or the brake at the wrong time. But, at least if that caused a really serious wreck, as long as I didn’t get hurt, then I’d get sexually aroused enough to cum if I accidentally caused someone else to get severely injured or be dying a really painful death. And, at least, due to one of my other caffeine side effects of having abnormal sexual arousal and feelings, one of which is abnormal sexual pleasure over others getting severely hurt or dying tragically, then at least I’d temperarily become effectively not incontinent since it’s not possible to jack off and piss at exactly the same time, because the male body prevents that by automatically keeping the bladder sphincter tightly closed while the cum was getting ready to squirt out, while it was squirting out, then for a few minutes after squirting out. It’s ironic that one caffeine side effect would temporarily prevent another in a situation like that. But, my dad used to believe that it would be a mortal sin almost as bad as doing it on purpose if you were glad about causing something bad by accident, but especially if you were more than just glad about it but sexually aroused. Back then in the early ’90s, Dad still believed that it was a mortal sin to be gay, and I’m sure that same belief would’ve also applied to other perversions too. Back then, he used to believe that being an atheist was a mortal sin almost as bad as murder too. He also believed that not believing that atheism is a mortal sin, is almost as big of a mortal sin as actually being an atheist even if you did still believe in God. So, therefore, even if someone believed in God, it would still be a mortal sin only 2 almosts away from being as bad as murder if you didn’t also believe that being an atheist was a mortal sin too. So, there was one day back in the summer of 1991, I don’t remember the date, but I do remember exactly where we were, me, my dad, my mom & my brother were in the car driving South over the Topeka Blvd. bridge, and Mom said she didn’t believe that being an atheist was a mortal sin, so me & Dad were frantically trying to convince her that it was a mortal sin to be an atheist, almost as bad as murder, because I was in a real panic, since I didn’t want to be the one responsible for making her think about what to believe about it in the first place and then for her not to believe that atheism was a mortal sin, because then it would be my fault if she burned in hell forever unless I got her to believe that being an atheist was a mortal sin and got her to feel sorry for not believing it. She wasn’t an atheist, she just didn’t believe that it was a mortal sin to be an atheist, which Dad daid was almost as bad.
Part 34: So, due to caffeine’s side effects I nostalgic for the ’80s & early ’90s, when people used to believe that caffeine was bad for people, leading to bladder cancer, ulcers and heart disease, back when I wasn’t incontinent, didn’t have caffeine-induced hallucinations and abnormal sexual thoughts, back when Dad believed that it was a mortal sin to be an atheist, when he believed it was a mortal sin not to believe it’s a mortal sin to be an atheist, when he believed that it was a mortal sin to believe in The Big Bang Theory, since it would mean that you believed that God wasn’t the one who created the universe and that you were an atheist, since the universe extends out infinitely if God created it, and he believed that it was a mortal sin to believe in human evolution from primates, since it would mean that you didn’t believe that Adam & Eve were the first man and woman created by God, meaning that you’d be an atheist. In 1998 I asked a staff member who worked at the Individual Support Systems or (ISS) for short, that operated a workshop called the ISS Mail center or Flatlands mail center, which was another name for it, which used to be located close to 21st & Hope, I think actually on 21st & Indian Trail, the staff member’s name was Fernando Galvin, I asked him whether the freedom in the constitution such as freedom of religion was a good thing, and he said, “It’s both good and it’s bad.” Probably implying that he believes that it’s good that people can’t be jailed for their beliefs, but they’ll still go to hell if they don’t believe in the “one true religion”, Christianity. Then, he just got fully honest and bluntly said, “Anybody who believes in the big bang theory or believes in evolution should be fried in the electric chair. There should be no freedom of religion to be an atheist or agnostic, it’s the next awfullest sin to murder!” Find out what Fernando Galvin’s home address is if you possibly can and post it on here! I want to go to his home and educate him! I’m still pissed off with this bastard! The even gooder old days were before the ’90s, back in the ’80s, when not only did I not have to worry about caffeine, but I didn’t worry about sin and hell yet. I miss Ronald Reagan as President back then too. I also miss the making fun of Grandpa for how he pronounced the president’s name when I stayed overnight at Grandma & Grandpa’s as a little kid. I was sitting at their dining room table, eating a blueberry muffin with dinner, and Grandpa asked me if I knew who the president is, and how he pronounced his last name made me laugh at Grandpa. He said it like, “Do you know who Ronald Reegan is?” And Grandpa had a raspy voice too. And he asked me, “What’s so funny?”
Part 35: Now that I talked about the ISS mail center, the last retarded workshop that I worked at before my janitorial jobs and the new retarded workshop that I’m at now, ISS also stands for International Space Station, a much better job career to work in, as an astronaut rather than at a retard workshop. They actually help people by exploring the science of space, so maybe one day all these stupid Christians will get over this fucking dumbass notion that you’ll go to hell for believing in the big bang. Christians believe also that it’s a mortal sin not to believe it’s a mortal sin to believe in the big bang theory. Unfortunately, they’re having to land the International Space Station at Cape Canal in Florida early due to one of the astronauts’ health problems. They couldn’t talk about what it is because of medical privacy laws. H.I.P.A.A. is unconstitutional since it bans a form of free speech, the discussion of another person’s medical conditions. The only good thing about Christianity is to be able to use it to pray for other people’s healing, not the hell part. But, it’s much harder to organize others to pray for a specific kind of healing if other people are prohibited from talking about what needs healing.
Part 36: Not only would I get sexually aroused enough to cum if I watched it be streamed live if someone carried out a double mosque massacre streamed by GoPro somewhere in the U.S. like that guy did down in New Zealand, due to how caffeine causes me abnormal sexual arousal, but, I’d feel glad since it would relieve my hate for organized religion to some degree if I watched it live. Especially since I hate Muslims even more than Christians, and Christianity is terrible enough as it is! In 13 countries people can get prosecuted or even sentenced to death for being an atheist, all of those are Muslim countries. In at least one, the law even requires all people to be Muslim but no other religion. If a caracal lynx would’ve bit off the Prophet Muhammad’s father’s cock or balls before Muhammad was conceived, he wouldn’t have been born to start that terrible religion Islam! The two twin towers would still be standing, I wouldn’t have cummed while already naked in my bedroom though about seeing the 2nd plane hit the 2nd tower on live TV, which welled up and squirted out just ten seconds after witnessing that, there wouldn’t have to be a TSA or a Department of Homeland Security or the TSA body cavity searching every child, which is arousing to fantasize about since adults are fingering thousands of little kids’ assholes at airports with their bare fingers even while there’s shit up there, and female TSA officers are doing it to men and little boys, then using their poopy fingers to touch their food if they brought snacks with them, butt, there’d also be no wars or terrorism in the middle-east on a regular basis or countries that ban atheism and homosexuality, and punish it by imprisonment, flogging or even death. That’s how good things would be if Muhammad’s father had lost his link to a lynx chewing it up like a weiner!
Part 37: I have other abnormal things that sexually arouse me and that I hallucinate due to caffeine too. I forgot to mention, I get sexual pleasure by drinking coffee to make my bladder full of piss flavored like the coffee that I drank, and then pissing some of it out in a pitcher full of coffee with that same flavor and then drinking it, while touching my buttcrack with all 5 fingers on one hand, pretending that a woman or a child is doing the touching, then sniffing them. Did I mention that the women making me eat shit out of their asshole realistic like experience involves my own asshole’s shit and an empty Folgers coffee jar, which cuntained the very drug, caffeine, which made me have the abnormal sexual urges in the first place?! I’ll shit a big turd out in to an empty, flexible plastic coffee jar, leave off the lid, put plastic wrap over the top and tightly tape the wrapping around the sides, and then cut a slit in the middle of the top of the plastic wrap in order to make a fake rectum full of shit with a slit for an asshole opening to turn upside-down and put on my mouth while lying naked on the floor or bed, to squeeze the shit out of slowly in to my mouth to eat and pretend that a woman is doing the mouth shitting. I’ll usually lay in front of the big-screen TV on the basement family room floor in the dark at night to do it, having on the MTV Live channel or a music choice channel with either a background photo of a sexy singer or a music video with sexy singers or sexy rappers, so that it’s easy to visualize them as being the ones doing it as I taste that familiar slightly sweet extra-sharp cheddar cheese flavor of my shit, pretending that it’s cheesy shit out of their assholes.