I remember back when I was in college, I used to live in this small, nicely renovated 1930’s era building [...] Beneath me lived this skinny, kind of freaky-looking Jew. Obviously gay, too. Crudely bleached-blond spiky hair, lisping voice, pinched, rat-like face, always acting excitable or depressed — given to wildly alternating swings in demeanor — the whole nine yards for weirdo Jew homosexuals.

For some reason the homo thought I was a nice guy (I really am kind of personable). Maybe I didn’t treat him like other straights or maybe he just had the hots for my sexy White tushie — I don’t know. I hung out with rather wild people back then, even went out a few times to this nearby homo nightclub with my totally debauched and bootylicious Art Department girlfriend — a fetching auburned-haired girl who liked dancing to disco and booming electronic music of the time. Ah: The things I once did for love!

And I was completely sure the downstairs homo knew I was straight, considering all the college babes hanging out at my “pad” with me and my Neo-sixties hippie Jewish roommate (yep, INCOG lived with a pot-smoking Jew for about a year).

One day the downstairs faggot stopped by for a visit. He wanted to give me something since he was moving down to the New Orleans to join the homo “community.” What on earth could it be, I wondered?

We went out to the nice little porch we all had overlooking the street, where he unwrapped it for me. It was GD dog skull! Immaculately cleaned with all the teeth perfectly in place. Bizarre. The morbid freak told me he collected various animal skulls as a hobby and had an extra one to give me [...] I later gave the skull a decent burial out in the woods. For real. I was scared the gayboy might have gave me some bad faggot or Jew juju. Who knows? As for him, I never heard anything more, thank God. Chances are, he turned into a shambling petri dish and croaked during the AIDS “holocaust” by then starting to spread across gay “communities.” Hell, thinking back, it looked like the little homo already had “slim disease” (and no, homo-loving libtards, I’m perfectly clean, even have a solid rating with the American Red Cross for blood donations).

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So, you might say I’m relatively familiar with gay type people. Or at least the ones from a couple of decades ago. I’m fairly certain they are still just as disgusting and wacked in the head now, as they were then. Probably more so, looking at some of the photos coming out of places like San FranSICKO these days.