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I felt the slithering sensation up my leg.

  • I felt the slithering sensation up my leg. But it was too late.
  • The Flying Spaghetti Monster was upon me. I couldn't get away. He wrapped his noodly appendages around my leg and proceeded to pull me toward him with surprising agility.
  • It was a nightmarinara. The Flying Spaghetti Monster tried to give me a Sicilian Noogy. This is what happens when you don't pay your bill at the Olive Garden. But I used my noodle
  • strainer to dry the Flying Spaghetti Monster into a state of extreme parch. "Ha, just try to sermonize me now," I said as I tossed the deity under the heat lamp. Endless soup would
  • World until a thousand thousand years has passed and the marrow of the world had reached a gelatinous state to allow validation for our parking in a non-local event horizon. Our
  • hands can no longer grip onto the rails surrounding the cliffside, resulting in coastal deaths tripling. In fact, this became such a problem, that the government intervened by
  • Declaring, some three-and-a-half years later, that Russia and China were to blame for pushing cars off the cliff. It was physically impossible, due to the weight of the average car
  • produced in Russia or China. Their cars were bulky, weighing as much as the average tank with an elephant on top. So the cars weren’t pushed off the cliff by Russia or China, which
  • manufactured the ugliest cars in the world, but by visiting aliens who were jealous because even though they had rockets, they had never invented cars. So they pushed all the cars
  • ugly as they get to a used car lot & sold them for high prices:wienermobiles,Pacers & Edsels galore. Back on the alien's planet the cars didn't start due to the ammonia atmosphere.

2 Comments

  1. PurpleProf Mar 28 2018 @ 17:05

    "...a nightmarinara..." HAHAHAHAHAHHAA!!! A saucy fold by MoralEnd...

  2. SlimWhitman Mar 29 2018 @ 14:17

    "a Sicilian Noogy." conjures up something saucy too.

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