One day Luigi decided to take his brand new Lamborghini for
a spin. On the way to his car he suddenly remembered
something very important... He didn't HAVE a Lamborghini! So
he jumped onto his magical dugong and sailed the streets of
the Sahara Desert. As he was riding his dugong he noticed a
nice-looking midget wearing a lettuce helmet. "Hey baby," he
said, "Do you-a want-a ride-a on my-a sexy dugong-e?" "No
thanks" said the midget " I have a date with a jar of
mayonnaise." So disappointed little Luigi sailed on. After
three hours of sailing in the desert, Luigi realized he's
underwater. "hey-a, what-a in hell-a is going on-e?!"
exclaimed Luigi. "Worry don't, the horse be with you may"
said Yoda. "what-a the...?!" exclaimed Luigi. Suddenly,
George Lucas leaped at Luigi with a LightSaber. "You're
goin' ta hell, ya little copyright violating scum!" yelled
George Lucas as he swung the LightSaber at Luigi. Suddenly,
the ugly duckling appeared. "Hey, don't copy off me now!"
yelled Hans Christian Anderson. "My-a bad-a" said Luigi as
he flew away. Luigi landed just in the middle of a Brit-Mila
and made the rabbi miscalculate his cut. "My-a bad-a..."
said Luigi just before he took to the sky again. Finally
Luigi landed in the oven of the pope's
homosexual-crossdressing-homophobic-womanizing-incestful-counter-clock-wise
cook. "Uh, isn't it hot in there?" asked the cook. " Nah, I
just remembered the time I walked in on my grandma while she
was on the loo..." said lugi. "You know," said the cook
nostalgically, "maybe I should stop letting my potato
sunbathe on a rake, it makes it go all pizza-topping-like."
Conclusion: I like tomato sauce.