Title:           Pizzeria Normale
Author:          Anonymous
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/r8BN9DcF
First Edit:      Saturday 6th of December 2014 08:47:08 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 6th of December 2014 08:47:08 PM CDT

>Day Tarantella Napolitana
>Be Norman Normal
>Today is your big day! Today you open up your Pizzeria Normale.
>What could possibly go wrong?
>10:30am
>You start preparing the pizza.
>Tossing the dough in the most elegant way and forming perfect circles is an easy task by now.
>You fondly remember your extensive training with Capo Luigi, while singing you favourite part of La Traviata.
 
>Soon the smell of delicious pizza fills the whole restaurant and around lunchtime a huge wave of costumers barge in.
>The Pizzeria Normale is filled to the brim and you couldn't be happier, everybody enjoys your pizza!
"Hey mister! Why is there hay in my spaghetti?"
>You put down the dough and take a closer look at the plate some lady holds up to you.
>with a glance of your well trained eye you notice, that those spaghetti bolognese do indeed contain hay instead of meat.
>Quickly you promise to fix the order and head to the kitchen with the grassy oddness.
>"What is going on with my bolo- !?" You stop abruptly as you enter the kitchen.
>You are greeted with a sight of pure dissaster.
>The fridge is open, the meat is gone, there's hay everywhere.
>In the middle of it all sits purple with a chef's hat and apron chewing on a large chunk of compressed hay while also stiring some tomato sauce using her mouth.
>You cannot comprehend what's going on untill you hear a huge noise coming from the dining hall.
>Rushing outside to see what happened you get a whole pizza slammed right into your face.
"There he is!"
"Get him!"
>ohshit.jpg
>People are ganging up on you and yelling all sorts of stuff.
"...Daisies instead of salami!"
"Are you trying to poison us!?"
"Hay? Do I look like a fuckin' horse t' ya mate!?
>You get slapped with your own pizza while they curse your cuisine.
>Suddenly something warm and partially soft lands on your cheek.
>You look up and see Brad's face above you.
>With a mischievous grin he whispers
"Guess who's getting some salami now."
>Before you can react to anything, something warm slides into your mouth.
>Brad starts thrusting his dick down your throat violently while the crowd starts cheering like crazy.
>You want to scream but you just can't with your mouth full of dick.
>As he reaches the climax Brad leans down to you and whispers into your ear in the most passionate way.
"Ayy Luigi."
>A gush of hot sticky juices get pumpet right into your mouth and the blue haired guitaris pulls his dick out of your face.
>There you lie, your dreams ruined and a mouth full of semen you gather your last strength and yell
>"GOD DAMMIT PURPLE!"
>You curl up into a ball and start crying as the humiliation overwhelms you.