Spaghetti God was Spaghetti Sad. Spaghetti God wanted some Spaghetti Booty, but Spaghetti God couldn't find any Spaghetti Booty. Spaghetti God was a total G, but none of the Spaghetti Ladies wanted his Spaghetti D.
Spaghetti God was so Spaghetti Smooth that he was the only Spaghetti in the world that could Spaghetti Dance. All of the Spaghetti Bitches wished they could Spaghetti Dance.
Spaghetti God was so Spaghetti Cool, that he froze the Spaghetti Water with his Spaghetti Smoothness. But then he made it melt again because he was so Spaghetti Sexy.
Spaghetti God was the best at Spaghetti Limbo. Nobody could beat him at Spaghetti Limbo, not even Spaghetti Jamaican Guy.
At the Spaghetti Bonfire, Spaghetti God twerked his Sexual Spaghetti Booty so hard that all of the Spaghetti Bitches wanted his Spaghetti Booty, Spaghetti Damn, his Spaghetti Booty was fine.
After having some really awesome Super Spaghetti Sex, he went of to do some Spaghetti Hardcore Parkour, because damn, his Spaghetti Muscles were the best for Spaghetti Hardcore Parkour.
He twerked his Spaghetti Ass over to the Spaghetti Park, but then one of the Spaghetti bitch-ass hood rat Spaghetti Bitches shanked his beautiful Spaghetti Body. He died a Spaghetti Death, and went to Spaghetti Heaven, Spaghetti Twerking his Spaghetti Ass the entire time.
Spaghetti God wasn't Spaghetti Sad anymore, now that he was in Spaghetti Heaven, getting all of Spaghetti Bitches he could ever want.
Spaghetti Damn, those Spaghetti Bitches are Spaghetti Fine.
