>>12889649>Elaborate, maybe I can drop by and say hello to a fellow /pol/ackI’m going to take you out for a really nice dinner, nice and quiet, just the two of us... I imagine us as being Lady and the Tramp. Just a plate of spaghetti and meatballs for one, but two pairs of lips. We share a single noodle, I’m dressed in my Sunday best which is only appropriate for Olive Garden, given it’s class and grandeur. We continue to suck, slowly bringing our faces closer and closer together, until we almost reach the climax of the moment, my heart flutters ‘My God!’ I think to myself, ‘this is it! We are lady and the tramp!’ when all of a sudden an angry Shan-quuefua appears! Upset that da wypipo did not spice her noodles to her liking! So being the man that I am, I can allow this to continue, not with my Tramp present; not in my fucking classy Olive Garden eating establishment! So I arise from my seat and hit her with a snappy one liner: ‘So ya like it spicy huh?’, then I fist fuck her throat with a fucking pepper grinder until it becomes lodged sideways in her trachea and she can no long expel air to make her God awful sheboon racket. Then I return to you, meu amore. I say “Haven’t I done wonderfully protecting the integrity of Olive Garden which is a fine eating establishment”, and you say “Kiss me, you fool!” then we embrace passionately while everyone claps. I go for my secret move, I dunk my hand in a plate of Alfredo to absorb all of the olive oil and grease then go to fist your asshole, gyrating you up and down, up and down, spinning around, passing and kissing, while everyone claps harder and harder, cumming and pissing in their plates. Olive Garden gives us free breadsticks and mint chocolates for life. Sounds good, no?
