I knew you would show up today. I’ve been watching you every Sunday morning walking in to the laundromat. You figured out that early Sunday mornings is when all the faggots come to wash their cum stained clothes. You finally found a place where you can be your true faggot self. Those short couple of hours each week, that you look forward to. You better wash the cum off your lips before you go home. See you next Sunday faggot.
