It's been a bit bleak around South-East Queensland this week - what with all of these incredible storms.
But you know, you can always count on a bizarre sexual deviant to brighten your day.
I call your attention to this story about a flasher in Newcastle, which I've already noticed spreading 'round the net faster than viral herpes. Hmm - an appropriate analogy, really.
This 46-year-old man decided his love of pasta sauce wasn't something to be ashamed of, or kept hidden away in the deep dark recesses of his well-stocked pantry. He decided to put the car in carbonara, and go parking with his best jar to get the Leggo's over.
And where did this vehicular menage a'marinara occur? Where else - but near Nobby's Beach.
Now what prompts a man to go balls deep in a jar of bolognese? Sure it's a rich blend of tomatoes, garlic and onions, but is it really that arousing? Perhaps he'd punted for one of those new-fangled versions - Tuscan garden vegetables or four cheeses - and just couldn't take the temptation any longer.
But the man's Latina Fresh encounter was seen, and it wasn't long before the police turned up, prompting a chase through nearby suburbs. The police finally got the car to stop, but had to use capsicum spray to try to force the man out. The presence of more fragrant vegetables must have sent the man wild, as he struggled with police as they attempted to remove him from the car. Officers stated he still had a 750ml jar wrapped around his genitals, and continued "pleasuring himself in between bouts of wrestling". The man later told a court he had been attempting to "make himself decent". Either way, it's something I think we'd all love to see incorporated into official World Wrestling Federation title bouts.
In the above article's most hilarious line, police then conducted a search of the vehicle, which uncovered "pornography, a home-made sex aid, women's stockings and a Jack Russell terrier."
I think we're all feeling just a little bit sorry for that dog right now. For one thing, he probably rarely got leftovers on fettucine alfredo night.
Ultimately, this man was fined $600 for offensive behaviour, wiping the Dolmio grin from his face - for a while at least.
But I think we all want to know - what's next for this man's particular perversion? Chicken Tonight, complete with flapping arm movement? A move to Indian foods to spice things up, with some Patak's famous korma or butter chicken simmer sauces? Or will he do it all for the gnocchi?
Ahh. It's times like this that I'm just glad my penne is mightier than my sauce.
one can only hope he's not a pizza delivery man for a living!!...ReplyDelete
Lord, can you imagine what his 'member' (re: Cock) must have looked like afterwards? All that red sauce. He would have looked like the result of a some sort of crime.ReplyDelete
Oh how I love a good pasta pun!ReplyDelete
I hope the stockings were for the Jack RussellReplyDelete
How, pray tell, would one be able to "pleasure one self" between bouts of wrestling the police?
Is it possible there was a vacuum lock on the jar?
If he is a pizza delivery man I would be extemely carfull asking for the extra toppingReplyDelete
Well, Ancient Man officially wins the "grossest commment" award.ReplyDelete
The exposure of one soft membranes to condiments is fraught with risk. Its bad enough when preparing chili or other spicy foods I inadvertently touch my eye or nose -it BURNS.ReplyDelete
I dread to think of the pain involved if I pleasured myself while having any trace of such seasonings as these sauces (http://www.deathsauce.com.au/index.html)
Thank you!!! Thank You!!!ReplyDelete
Oh! I am speechless
I would like to thank:
My Executive Producer
The whole cast, without them I am nobody.
My mother & father, sister, wife children...........
drivel, drivel, drivel...........................
It is really getting pasta joke when a fella's member cannot get saucy with it's owner without ridicule.ReplyDelete
It certainly lends more meaning to between the sheets (lasagne sheets of course) or one wonders why the cannelloni tubes were not in play!
A saucy tale indeed, but one has to wonder what the moral of the story was....
Oh year, and for my share of ickyness.... Surely the Jack Russell was the automated cleanup and happy ending device!!!!