As Dr. Phil sat down to eat his lunch he was lost in thought. He was thinking about this guy he met backstage. The guy's name was Alfred. He couldn't get the thought of Alfred's hot, creamy, white sauce running down his chin and in his mouth. Dr. Phil isn't known for being a homosexual, but then again, most who are, aren't. As he was thinking about Alfred, he noticed the plate of spaghetti in front of him. As his eyes went up and down the dish, an idea formed in his head. It was foolish and dangerous, but it had potential. He unzipped his pants and let his 20 inch inflatable poo jabber free. He eyed the spaghetti expectantly, waitinf mfor it to make the first move. After a while the tension became too great and he went down on the spaghetti. That was when he realized it was christmas come early. There were meatballs. As he thrust into the mound of noodly goodness, he started shoving meatballs into his ass. His ass started dirbbling meat as his dick was dribbling his white sause. He kept going harder and faster when it happened. A combination of Nirvana, Heaven, and Bliss, he yelled "ALFREDO!" and his milky white sauce arrived all over his room. The door opened as Alfred walked in. "Hello darling," he said, "I'll give you a real noodle."