Lisa is Touched by His Noodly Appendage
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“I am as embarrassed about this as you.” Lisa looked up at the tangled mess hovering at eye level. Two eyes on stalks protruded from the gyrating white tentacles. “I don’t believe this.” Lisa said in astonishment. “Believe me, I know.”, the hovering mass replied, “Not to put too fine a point on it, I am called into existence by your collective disbelief.” “I thought it was meant to be faith,” Lisa replied. It was all too confusing. What had begun as an Internet prank gone viral had unexpectedly turned into a debate on metaphysics between a naked girl and a talking plateful of spaghetti. “Something to do with symmetry,” the spaghetti replied, “Belief and disbelief normally cancel each other out but if there is much more of one than the other they can have the same effect and bring something into being. Nobody believes I exist and therefore I do.” Lisa looked at the being open mouthed. It had seemed a simple enough idea: Offer herself up to the Flying Spaghetti Monster as a human sacrifice. That Escort Acıbadem had to be worth a million hits and tons of new subscribers. The audience had built steadily as she talked about her plan and then exploded after friends on Facebook started a rumor that she would offer herself naked on her 18th birthday. The attention from the fans was gratifying and the idea of being naked in front of all those men (and some women) jacking off was somehow quite exciting. Her body was fit and firm and it would be enough to tantalize and tease the audience, she didn’t have to go very far unless she decided she wanted to. Not quite knowing how far she would go herself was all part of the excitement. “It’s viral, don’t worry about that.” The unexpected guest star said in a snarky tone, “five million streams. By the end of today you will have beaten the skateboarding cat.” The pasta flew around Lisa’s bedroom making sarcastic comments to the web cam about the posters Kaynarca escort that she had used to cover her walls during a pubescent boy band crush and hadn’t bothered to change since. But the deity saved his greatest contempt for the prop she had brought to the exercise. “Bolognese? Really?” the spaghetti monster asked the camera. It picked up a scoop full with the ladle and poured it back into the pot, “Is that a way to greet a pasta based life-form?” “I, I, didn’t think you would be here,” Lisa stammered. “Oh, I, know, I KNOW!” the pasta thundered, “I am omnipresent and omniscient, remember. I know everything that was, is and ever fucking shall be!” “It’s not my fault, not my fault!” Lisa began to cry.The unexpected guest was surprisingly needy considering that he was an omnipotent deity. “Sorry, sorry, I know that, I know that.” the pasta began to babble and tried to comfort the girl with a noodly appendage on her shoulder. “Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh,” Lisa Aydınlı escort bayan screamed as the tentacle touched her body. A white hot star exploded in her chest causing pulses of raw pleasure to course out reaching her toes and fingertips. “I am sorry, so sorry,” he apologized. “I think I just found my faith,” Lisa replied as she caught her breath, “What was that?” “Being omnipresent means seeing rather a lot of sex. The human population of earth at this exact second is 7,123,338,433. If each human has an orgasm lasting one second twice a week over the course of their life, that makes 23,061 humans having an orgasm right now. You share in those whenever you touch my body.” “Then let me catch my breath and touch me again.” Lisa quipped. “I am not that sort of pasta!” The putative deity snapped, then realized Lisa had been joking and returned to making apologies. Eventually the pasta pulled itself together. “If only you had chosen a more useful deity to not believe in,” it continued, “I might have done something useful like cure disease or end world hunger. Instead I am an omnipotent letcher who can’t keep his eye-stalks off the naked bodies of nubile females and dreaming of covering them in rich warm sauce.” “Take it slowly,” Lisa tried to persuade, “you are new to this existence thing.
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