😬 George the Carpenter πŸ˜¬

Tyrone "Trigger Nigger" Trump.

Tyrone “Trigger Nigger” Trump.

Based on a true story involving niggers.

One man…

One preschool…

Everyday, the same impulses…

The same carnal imperative…

But today, George will take action!

Chapter 1: The First Abduction

George “The Carpenter” Rockefeller is a thirty year old hispanic community watch organizer from Sanford, Florida, but lives alone in a trailer park in Madison next to homeless muslims and obese mudshark mutants like Paul Ryan’s waifu because he’s poor and hispanic.

George was wounded by life.

He suffered three rejections: one in daycare, one in kindergarten and one in preschool (after that he suddenly lost all interest in women).

George is a broken man so please do not judge these acts too harshly.

George was peacefully patrolling his neighborhood, fighting racism and bigotry in the name of MLK the Black Founding Father, when he witnessed a sight that provoked an enticing yet ineffable biological reaction that he hadn’t experienced for nearly three decades.

He saw a 7-year-old African-American walking in a rather effeminate fashion, dressed in bright pink and carrying a Hello Kitty handbag with what he assumed to be his named stitches on its rear: “Trayvon, the Queen“.

This was too much for George who assertively grabbed little Trayvon by the hand like a true hispanic alpha male and disappeared into the mist…

24 hours later an AMBER alert was activated and an abduction notice was sent out to all Seminole police stations.

Chapter 2: The Sequestration

Paul Ryan, "An American Tradition".

Paul Ryan, “An American Tradition”.

George woke up covered in his semen after a short nap in which he dreamed of the SLUT Trayvon.

He hadn’t gone to work today, and instead planned to spend the day with little Trayvon.

Little Trayvon the SLUT of Florida hadn’t been sleeping because this SLUT couldn’t sleep and was crying like a nigger bitch without her weave and banana face mask.

George, being a kind man, begins to comfort the SLUT Trayvon by rubbing his unshaven and oversized hispanic cock over little Trayvon’s SLUT face.

Little Trayvon, being a 7-year-old African-American SLUT, rejects him and begins to scream.

George begged him to stop, claiming that he would alert the residents of his trailer park, but the SLUT Trayvon refused to comply so George only had one choice he pulled out his penis again and put it in Trayvon’s mouth.

As soon as his sexual organ came into contact with little Trayvon’s African saliva, George’s warm cock began to swell and progressively fill the entire buccal cavity of the little SLUT.

Chapter 3: George’s First Time Zimming

Last Time Anal, an Adult Comedy.

Last Time Anal, an Adult Comedy.

The little SLUT Trayvon finally went to sleep and George decided to go to work as any period of prolonged absence would seem suspicious, for he had no social contacts aside for Donald T. Muschigreifer his community watch supervisor.

But the foreplay that he experienced earlier in the morning awakened a deep carnal drive in George.

So powerful were his biological impulses that he couldn’t concentrate on his work and opted to go home early to see his new girlfriend, the little African SLUT Trayvon.

But just as George was entering his trailer park, he saw a vision that nearly froze his blood…

The African SLUT Trayvon had managed to escape from his mobile home.

He was nearly out of the house, it was a matter of seconds.

Distraught and confused, yet forcing himself to act through his stupor, George immediately grabbed the young SLUT by his curly Afro hair, dragged him back into his “house”, pulled out his stinger, proceeded to apply a severe correction to the SLUT’s rectal hole and finished the act by spitting his load on little Trayvon’s SLUT face.

The contrast between his white juice and Trayvon’s dark angelic face filled George with pride and racial bliss.

George was happy.

He had finally taken his revenge on Luciana, the mexican cunt who had rejected his sexual advances in kindergarten.

George wipes the precious liquid from the face of the little SLUT Trayvon and gently caresses his crying face.

Chapter 4: Sexual Interlude

There is only one kek.

There is only one kek.

Back in the Madison city police station, Assistant Commissioner Dylann R. DΓ€cher was interviewing David L. Fahrspur, Lieutenant Colonel of the Sanford police department about a potential suspect in the abduction of Trayvon Martits, 7, African-American, gender unidentified.

The prime suspect was a hispanic man, George “The Carpenter” Rockefeller, who routinely traveled between Sanford and Madison for professional reasons.

He was reported late to his workplace on the day Trayvon Martits disappeared.

In addition, Trayvon’s single-mother (Sybrina, a diabetic African cunt with a lisp and fake hair) described a “brown nigga taco” who was “crossing da border” while frantically waving his dick at her 7-year-old son.

A.N.A.L.D.

All Niggers Are Like Dat.

Dylann DΓ€cher immediately dispatched a vehicle to apprehend the suspect and bring him into custody for a comprehensive interrogation.

Chapter 5: Last Time Anal

Tyrone says: Why be a racist when you can be a nigger?

Why be a racist when you can be a nigger?

Meanwhile, George was swelling with pride at the realization that he had finally lost his virginity with the barely conscious body of a 7-year-old African child.

– “This is what Anne Frank must have felt when she gassed herself” he thought.

He couldn’t resist bragging about his performance to his friends… I mean to his boss, Donald Muschigreifer.

But let’s not dwell on these insignificant and somewhat exaggerated stories.

The arrival of little Trayvon managed to brighten the morose and splenetic life of George.

Whenever he had free time, usually at work or while commuting, George found himself planning up to the minute detail of such things as their marriage, even going so far as to consider adoption and to ponder whether society would accept the idea of a (apparently retarded) 7-year-old African homofather.

While Trayvon was uncommunicative and rather cognitively impaired, both via his African genetic heritage and the sexual abuse inflicted unto him, he seemed to finally appear more responsive to the great delight of George.

Whenever he saw his captor, little Trayvon started letting out feeble cries and began holding his anus in a near fetal position.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

Fifty Lampshades of Zyklon. A Tyrone Production.

The sight of this young SLUT holding his already badly damaged rectal hole in such a suggestive manner never failed to send tickles down George’s phallic instrument.

Trayvon progressively became George’s full time homowaifu.

George took that opportunity to test everything on little Trayvon: scat, uro, gangbang, exhibitionism, pyro, asphyxiation, BDSM, CBT.

But one day George brought home a special “Tyrone” dildo (45 inches wide, named after yours truly) he had found in a junkyard while coming home from work.

During the act, George decided to introduce the dildo in little Trayvon’s asshole without his knowledge.

Trayvon stopped making noise.

George was pleased as Trayvon’s constant screaming, while erotic at first, was getting rather distracting.

To reward Trayvon’s silence, George turned on the vibrating function of the dildo.

It was a carnage.

Trayvon’s little guts were sent flying all over the mobile home, carpeting the walls, covering the ceiling.

It was on this day that George earned his nickname, “The Carpenter“.

Chapter 6: Zimmerman of Steel

My wife. Michelle the House Bonobo.

My wife. Michelle the House Bonobo.

George didn’t even bother to clean the pieces of Trayvon’s prepubescent guts hanging from his ceiling fan, he immediately left his home, still covered in cum, blood and bits of African skin which considerably darkened his complexion (unless it was the shit from Trayvon’s bowels).

– “Why don’t you have a seat over there” said a voice from behind George.

George was then arrested by the Madison police department and brought to the police station for interrogation.

Having fucked little Trayvon like a pig for the past several days, George was naturally quite tired.

As soon as he was placed in his holding cell, he immediately fell asleep and dreamed of destroying Trayvon’s anal watermelon once more.

When he wakes up, a man is standing over him.

– “I’m Assistant Commissioner Dylann DΓ€cher. You the pedobeaner?” he asks.

– “Yeah. Why?” George answers.

– “You’re free. Take a shower and go home.

– “Wut? I thought you were going to deport me lol.

The man looks at George carefully and then starts laughing.

– “We have the same pulsions, you and I. I understand you. Each time I bust a young nig for drugs or larceny I make a point to break both his asshole and any gunshot wounds on his firm body” says the man. “This, what’s his name… Trayvon? He was a Nazi. You did your country a service by removing a racist, fascist, homophobic bigot“.

– “Yes, I’m a hero. I’m the Zimmerman of Steel. I combat hate and bigotry in the darkest corners of Florida. I’m the hero niggers deserve, but not the one they need right now. I’m Florida’s reckoning.

– “You either die as a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.

And thus ends (or begins?) the true story of George the Pedobeaner and his lust for African meat.

In exactly one week, when they celebrate Trayvon the cadaverous glory hole, be sure to correct the record by sharing the true story of George’s inspiring fight against racism, sexism and pedophobia.

Together, we can oppose the disinformation of the Alt-Right fascists and their fake news.

Dicks out.

 

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