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[gravityknife]

The Final Spaghetti Countdown

Nina Retcon and her boyfriend Yimminy Sorecrack were on the way home, riding in their little b$$$$a$$ Subaru. They were talking about plans to go on a Seahawks trip, fun for the family, planning a big birthday night for her best friend, Rhonda Wetlips. Yimminy didn't sound too happy because of a comment Nina made.

Nina explained, "Well, I want to be the one to plan it this time, because last time, when I let her friend, Dayne, plan her birthday, as handsome and sexy as he is, he stole her from me and even changed her favorite meal to his favorite meal."

Yimminy grew frustrated. "What did you say, Nina? Handsome and sexy? Dayne?! Nina!— Isn't he that f$gg$t that likes spaghetti?"

"Yes, he's the one," Nina said, flirting with the idea of dating Dayne in her head. She began, "Wait, how did you know?—"

Yimminy interrupted quickly. "No, we're not going to let that happen this time. And you're calling Dayne?— Sexy and handsome?!"

Nina haughtily laughed. "Oh, don't be so jealous! You're jealous!"

Yimminy murmured, "You'll see jealous. I'll show you jealous." He sped up to get home faster, deciding to use drastic measures in his head.

Nina laughed again, feeling like she was in complete control, seeing Yimminy as simply being sour over a generous compliment.

Unfortunately, Nina did lose all control, in truth— all control of Yimminy, that is. Yimminy decided on that night that he and his gang of friends were going to do something about it.

Yimminy cooked up a pot of boiling spaghetti, prepared the meatsauce, and threw it all together to make a delicious spaghetti course. He invited his friends Sinbad, Tucker, Alika, and Bonano over to his house to help him prepare to get back at Nina for her insolence and Dayne for, in his mind, seducing his girlfriend.

"What we got?" Asked Sinbad.

Yimminy stirred the spaghetti in the big pot and assured, "This little b$$$$ is going to pay— the pri~i~i~ice!"

"We're here for you!" Supported Tucker.

They all helped grab the pot together as one team and moved it upstairs to Yimminy's and Nina's bedroom.

Yimminy commanded, "Alright, you grab this side and I'll grab the other side. Bonano, close the door! We're going to have some fun tonight."

Yimminy and Sinbad poured the spaghetti pot over the bed, dumping all the noodles and meat onto the sheets. Yimminy laughed sinisterly. He began to undress. His gang followed suit, undressing, albeit unsure of what was to happen next.

Yimminy jumped into the spaghetti pile, butt naked, and began f$$$ing it. "Guys, you each get a slice of the pie. I want you to make this spaghetti remember. Come on!" Yimminy stopped f$$$ing for a moment to wave them on into the spaghetti.

"You got it, boss," said Sinbad. Sinbad and the other men each grabbed a side of the spaghetti and began f$$$ing it to their heart's content.

"Say my NA~A~AME you f$$$ing filthy noodle grouping!" Said Yimminy angrily while rocking the bed back and forth with his rapid pelvic movements.

"I want it on top!" Alika demanded, drooping noodles into his mouth while laying on his back next to Yimminy, his other hand smashing spaghetti onto his erection.

"Can I take some home in a box?!" Asked Bonano excitedly, eating some of the spaghetti.

"You EACH get spaghetti— TONIGHT!" Raged Yimminy in blinded ecstacy. "And f$$$ you Dayne! I loved Spaghetti MO~O~ORE!"

Nina Retcon was deeply confused when she walked in on the spaghetti g$ngr$pe. She wasn't disturbed, only slightly disappointed. Nina said, "Aight, I'm out."

"Be gone, wench!" Yelled Yimminy, face and body plastered in spaghetti meat sauce. "What you have seen here is JUSTICE!"

She walked away from the room, slamming the door shut behind her. As she walked down the stairs, she could still hear the bed squeaking and the men grunting at different intervals.

She decided to go on a date with Dayne.

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[the50-person]

HONG KONG UPDATE 11 NOV 2019

Further disgusting developments to the 4 Nov 2019 g*ngr*pe case

#hong kong #human rights #china #chinese #news #anti-extradition #and so the world spins

[blondeelvira]

Wow pictures on tumblr don’t do that cute thing anymore where you can choose the design? That’s fucked.

Two weeks before Katie died I got diagnosed with PTSD after being diagnosed with depression and general anxiety my whole teen and adult life. My learning of PTSD really started after hearing Katie speak about it after her g*ngr*pe and realizes, although leagues different, many similarities in behaviors, impulse control, actions in general and how to deal with anything. I stopped taking my Wellbutrin 3 weeks ago when I found out I was pregnant. Two abortions in one and a half years yay me and yay to my addicted bf! Maybe someday it will all be better. Maybe my meds will help stabilize me and not make me so hyper vigilant and controlling and show emotions instead of explode emotions. Who fuxking knows. Maybe it’s not even PTSD (jk it is thanks “dad”). My psych was also talking about ADHD which I’ve been tested multiple times so like just throw that one on there too. Sometimes I think I have histrionic personality disorder but that’s mostly when I’m an active alcoholic.

Like PTSD these pics go back to the 70s since I gathered a lot of mental disease from my mom!

#life update #tears for years #year of tears #kt #meds #take your meds #vitamins #very pills #i got it from my momma

[whirlibirdy]

Fun fact; prisons have a hierarchy, and child molestors, child rapists/murderers and pedophiles are at the very bottom of that food chain. There have been several reports of inmates beating the shit out of pedophiles (not to mention g*ngr*pe) to the point some of them died from their injuries or had to be moved to different cell quads so they'd stop being attacked. Just remember kids: even the most notorious of criminals hate pedophiles and want them to die. 👏👏👏👏

i remember once seeing a video where a pedophiles hands were cut off in a poorer country and no one helped him because they knew what he dideventually he bled out and passed out/died, i stumbled upon the video on accident but it really was one of the best things ive seen

[corpsedad]

Girls that scream and cry but spread their legs ever so slightly wider and get wetter each time they do >>>

#d4ddy dom #fr33use #nsft #g4ngb4ng #nsft concept #forced impreg #1cky daddy #cnc k!nk #cnc free use #cnc somno #age g4p #g@ng r@pe #g@ngb@ng #g@ngbang #g@ngr@pe #r@pe kink #r4p3 kink #r@pe fantasy #rough cnc #somno breeding #cnc kink #br33d1ng #breeding k1nk #bd/sm dom #bd/sm community #bd/sm daddy

[bookpillows]

Gulag memoirs are disturbingly graphic

#tw: rape mention #I wish my professor would have told us ahead of time we would have read a graphic account of a g*ngr*pe #i was incredibly upset #i don't care that its in the book #i just want know ahead of time

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