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!