>>11765161>And then with a thunderous BOOM the door bursts open>It's Rikishi, covered in sauce from two three lb cans of Chef Boyardee"Did someone order Italian"
>You both squeal in torrid delight, pausing only to share a few wheezes on your CPAP machines>Rikishi squats into the spaghetti position"Oh! The chef cooked special for me, and you!"
>BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP>PLOP PLOP PLOP PLOP>FFFFSSSSTTTBLLLPRAAAABFFLLFFGFFP>FFFPLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP>Quart after quart of half-digested meatballs and rancid red grease coat you and your lover>The signed poster of Danhausen is hit square with a heat seeking pile of modern Italy>Your GF (male) pulls out himer's official Moxley ladle and begins forcing the foul feast down your greasy gullet>GUUUUUURGLE"Hold on boys, that was just the appetizer. Here come the mains!"
