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Andy woke up on the sofa, where he'd finally passed out ten hours prior. His head ached, his mouth was dry and gummy, and his arm was asleep. His muscular, broad-shouldered beard was standing over him, a look of angry disgust on her masculine face.

"What the FUCK Andy? It's three o'clock in the fucking afternoon! And next time you pass out drunk, do you think you could close out the tranny porn on the computer? It's fucking perverse!"

"OK, OK! Stop screaming!" bleated Andy. "Fucking bung cunt bitch whore animal" he softly lisped under his breath, lest she heard him. His mannish beard stormed out, slamming the door as she exited. Andy lumbered to his feet with a groan and staggered to the bathroom. As he urinated, he wondered why his anus ached so much. "Oh yeah, "Big Blackie" he remembered, as he glimpsed the enormous black dildo on the bathroom floor.

Andy stumbled to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a beer and cracked it open. He took several long swigs, his pinkie finger extended daintily. "Maybe that disgusting cunt is right" pondered Andy. "I mean, what am I doing to myself with these all-night tweeting and tranny porn sessions? Maybe I need to cut back a little...not for her, but for me, Andy Espresso".

He reached for his phone and unplugged the charging cable. "Let's check today's news" he feebly muttered in his hungover haze. "OOOOOH hahaHAholeeeeeeeeshit! N****** looting a 7-11 in California! HahaHA! Oh, I GOTTA tweet about this!". Andy logged into Twitter, moderately surprised to see he hadn't been suspended again yet. He finished his beer, and cracked open another.

"FUCKING BIDEN LIBERALS N******, THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE! FILTHY BUNG ANIMALS DIRT N******! N******! N******!" he tweeted. "HahaHA! My followers will LOVE this hot take!". He chugged his second beer, feeling the alcohol beginning to work its magic. "Hey! That vile twat is gone! Maybe I'll try on some of her shoes!" he thought. Opening the bedroom closet door, he spied a pair of red leather pumps, with a jaunty bow on the front. Slipping on the heels, Andy glimpsed himself in the mirror, and began lightly prancing. "I've been called sexy before" he cooed to himself, as he began to sashay around the room. With that, Andy's life of beer-fueled depravity and secret homosexuality began anew, as it had so many times before.
 
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Andy woke up on the sofa, where he'd finally passed out ten hours prior. His head ached, his mouth was dry and gummy, and his arm was asleep. His muscular, broad-shouldered beard was standing over him, a look of angry disgust on her masculine face.

"What the FUCK Andy? It's three o'clock in the fucking afternoon! And next time you pass out drunk, do you think you could close out the tranny porn on the computer? It's fucking perverse!"

"OK, OK! Stop screaming!" bleated Andy. "Fucking bung cunt bitch whore animal" he softly lisped under his breath, lest she heard him. His mannish beard stormed out, slamming the door as she exited. Andy lumbered to his feet with a groan and staggered to the bathroom. As he urinated, he wondered why his anus ached so much. "Oh yeah, "Big Blackie" he remembered, as he glimpsed the enormous black dildo on the bathroom floor.

Andy stumbled to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, grabbed a beer and cracked it open. He took several long swigs, his pinkie finger extended daintily. "Maybe that disgusting cunt is right" pondered Andy. "I mean, what am I doing to myself with these all-night tweeting and tranny porn sessions? Maybe I need to cut back a little...not for her, but for me, Andy Espresso".

He reached for his phone and unplugged the charging cable. "Let's check today's news" he feebly muttered in his hungover haze. "OOOOOH hahaHAholeeeeeeeeshit! N****** looting a 7-11 in California! HahaHA! Oh, I GOTTA tweet about this!". Andy logged into Twitter, moderately surprised to see he hadn't been suspended again yet. He finished his beer, and cracked open another.

"FUCKING BIDEN LIBERALS N******, THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE! FILTHY BUNG ANIMALS DIRT N******! N******! N******!" he tweeted. "HahaHA! My followers will LOVE this hot take!". He chugged his second beer, feeling the alcohol beginning to work its magic. "Hey! That vile twat is gone! Maybe I'll try on some of her shoes!" he thought. Opening the bedroom closet door, he spied a pair of red leather pumps, with a jaunty bow on the front. Slipping on the heels, Andy glimpsed himself in the mirror, and began lightly prancing. "I've been called sexy before" he cooed to himself, as he began to sashay around the room. With that, Andy's life of beer-fueled depravity and secret homosexuality began anew, as it had so many times before.
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I look forward to these short stories every time an Anthony Cumia post goes up. You really know how to paint a picture of his longing to be openly homosexual. Bravo sir
 
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