Anonymous
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6/26/2025, 12:35:33 PM No.508774490
Under one particular blue-and-white striped umbrella in Tel Aviv’s golden beaches, two college girls reclined on their towels, sipping iced drinks and idly picking from a wooden bowl resting between them.
Inside the creamy hummus, kicking and screaming in tiny, panicked voices, was a wriggling collection of bite-sized Arab men.
Noa, a tall redhead with a sun-kissed complexion, stretched lazily, licking a dab of hummus off her thumb.
Yael, a brunette with piercing blue eyes, plucked a tiny man from the bowl, twirling him between her fingers like a grape. “You know,” she mused, dunking his legs into the hummus, “this is kinda like the peace process.”
Noa raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
Yael smirked, letting the hummus-covered snack dangle over her open mouth. “I pretend I’m giving him options… but in the end?” She let go, dropping the tiny man onto her tongue before slurping him inside.
Gulp.
She patted her belly, licking her lips. “I just swallow the whole thing.”
Noa burst out laughing, nearly spilling her drink. “Okay, okay, that’s solid.”
She reached into the bowl, plucking up another tiny man. He thrashed in her grasp, squeaking something in Arabic. Noa gave him a mocking pout. “Awww, what’s wrong? Not a fan of the peace process?”
Noa popped her snack into her mouth, rolling him around her tongue before sending him down with a smooth gulp. She let out a happy sigh and gave her tummy a light pat.
“Mmm. My stomach is way better than Gaza.”
Yael raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How so?”
She scooped up another tiny, squirming man, grinning wickedly. “My waste management is way better.”
Yael nearly choked on laughter. “I CAN’T.”
Noa smirked, giving her belly a couple of gentle pats. “Like, seriously. In Gaza, sewage just spills into the streets. But me? I use a toilet.” She stretched out luxuriously.
Yael fell over wheezing. “STOP. I’M DYING."
Noa swallows. “No, they’re dying. I’m digesting.”
Inside the creamy hummus, kicking and screaming in tiny, panicked voices, was a wriggling collection of bite-sized Arab men.
Noa, a tall redhead with a sun-kissed complexion, stretched lazily, licking a dab of hummus off her thumb.
Yael, a brunette with piercing blue eyes, plucked a tiny man from the bowl, twirling him between her fingers like a grape. “You know,” she mused, dunking his legs into the hummus, “this is kinda like the peace process.”
Noa raised an eyebrow. “How so?”
Yael smirked, letting the hummus-covered snack dangle over her open mouth. “I pretend I’m giving him options… but in the end?” She let go, dropping the tiny man onto her tongue before slurping him inside.
Gulp.
She patted her belly, licking her lips. “I just swallow the whole thing.”
Noa burst out laughing, nearly spilling her drink. “Okay, okay, that’s solid.”
She reached into the bowl, plucking up another tiny man. He thrashed in her grasp, squeaking something in Arabic. Noa gave him a mocking pout. “Awww, what’s wrong? Not a fan of the peace process?”
Noa popped her snack into her mouth, rolling him around her tongue before sending him down with a smooth gulp. She let out a happy sigh and gave her tummy a light pat.
“Mmm. My stomach is way better than Gaza.”
Yael raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? How so?”
She scooped up another tiny, squirming man, grinning wickedly. “My waste management is way better.”
Yael nearly choked on laughter. “I CAN’T.”
Noa smirked, giving her belly a couple of gentle pats. “Like, seriously. In Gaza, sewage just spills into the streets. But me? I use a toilet.” She stretched out luxuriously.
Yael fell over wheezing. “STOP. I’M DYING."
Noa swallows. “No, they’re dying. I’m digesting.”
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