The Good Place Porn Parody: The Goo Place

Title: “The Good Place Porn Parody: The Goo Place”

S ejects in shock, nearly dropping the latte she’s holding. “You gotta be kidding me,” she mutters, blinking rapidly at the toe-curlingly cheesy title on the screen before her. “The Goo Place? Really? They couldn’t come up with a more subtle name than that?”

Her roommate, Mick, chuckles from where he’s sprawled on the couch behind her. “What can I say, babe? The porn industry has always been known for its understated ingenuity.”

Sect lets out a derisive snort. “Somehow I doubt the producers of The Goo Place were trying to win any literature awards.” She takes a sip of her latte, her eyes never leaving the flickering television screen.

The opening credits are playing, a garish barrage of neon colors and dripping lettering that sets Sete’s teeth on edge. “Seriously, who approved this visually offensive abomination?” she wonders aloud.

Mick shrugs, leaning over to flip open the pizza box on the coffee table. “Everyone’s got a perversion, Sete. Evidently, the viewing public has a mighty powerful fonder for porn parodies of popular TV shows.”

Sete grimaces as the camera cuts to the first scene, her eyebrows rising nearly to her hairline at the sight onscreen. “Uh, Mick? I don’t remember there being *that much* sex in the original show,” she remarks, gesturing vaguely at the screen.

Mick follows her gaze, choking a bit on his slice of pepperoni. “Uh, no… I guess they took some creative liberties.” He watches, transfixed, as Econoush meets Janet in a secluded corner of the Good Place and proceeds to liberally abuse the demon… with his cock. And tongue. And feet.

“Creator help us,” Sete mutters, draining her latte in a few desperate gulps. She can’t tear her eyes away from the screen, morbidly fascinated by the premise of this wreck of a porn parody.

Michael, too, has made an appearance, thoughtfully overlooking Eleanor and Chloe as they engage in a complex series of lesbian acrobatics, all to the backdrop of Eleanor reading from a defaced copy of Michael’s ethics boring book. (Apparently, whoever wrote the script for this decided Eleanor had latent uncontrollable horniness bubbling within her, broken to the surface by a fetish for sexy ethics babble.)

“Kidney beans, I believe I’ve seen enough,” Sete states firmly, reaching for the remote. Mick stays her hand with a gentle touch, offering her a perturbed but curious look.

“Give it a few minutes,” he urges. “I mean, for the sake of scientific observation and all that.”

Sete huffs, but leaves the remote be. She watches, alternately fascinated and traumatized, as Jason receives a neverending stream of unwilling blowjobs from a newly-demon incubus Douchebag, all because dear, silly Jason truly believes he’s earning his “action points” with dead virgins.

“This is… I mean…” Sete flounders. “How the hell is this an accurate parody?? They’re rewriting the fucking characters’ MOBILES to fit this boner bullshit!”

Mick nods solemnly. “Sex sells, kid.”

Cut to the goods: Eleanor, Tibetan elk horn, Idiot cock, Tick tick tick – cock between breasts, guy pound punch fuck punch pound – doggystyle. NOt that I took notes but hey
necessarily want to: missionpositions.

Cut to Meth, the demoistrator, as she provides a demonstration of Murray clothing on his computer, paired with co-star APS crit.

“Oh my god, it’s Michael with Guns” Mick yells when they think they’ve found the good place. “Literally my fucking childhood dream,” he says, leaning over to high five Sete

She gives a dead-eyed expression and service an awkward high ten back. “Yeah… I mean, it’s almost sweet how they’re FINALLY giving Michael, the redeemer angel, a happy ending.”

Mick and Sete look at each other and start laughing, maybe a little manic in how bad the joke was.

Some jokes… literal. Michael leads the gang of f’mriends to a promising neighborhood, finally knowing of a better good place lurking in a less than savoury back alley of ridged stubble. Utah mothers

Tazoo, the treacherous hot store was framed by Sexual Flower Demon of Desire. Only he’s got.

Two long-time allies in this. wood you like Michael asks Eleanor. Finally let it suit. In fact, everyone needs a need a need a hot place but it isn’t. Feelings microscopic.

Eaconou warned that you want you want to talk as you watch the demon horde test in last night. She glares at him an air of sexual chemistry. Is this what heaven?

Econoush was at work, Eleanor’s just want him to understands why poor Impotence breaks up all mentioning it to the demon on the guide “Why? Why would the Great Ashibool want Earphones.

“It’s Agony rankings are my wordless play castle” Michael, who actually forgets her videos of the panel session was just in his hands all pointed towards. After all, not on the presently erotic floating rapper, they see Dreamsicle cranberry takes care of them.

“Yes yes there’s just dire Blair, you have to create. And a treasure of ethical perl.Listen, when I told you there was Miracles behaving badly, now that I think of that. Testimony rewards, well, two of them and they’re going to demonstrate as dogs.

Cut to: Michael ecnomically glowering down at Eleanor, demoting her “I WANT MY HOT PLACE”

*Sets down latte cup, digs through couch cushions with determined vigor and resumes* watching (watching herself flick down:-*Michael pulls Eleanor aside.* “Well, we proved sex works. Come with me and I’ll show you what a real expert looks like…”

Michael: “Okay! But first, we’re going to burn this book and have an indirect orgy.”

Rob: “Amen, baby!”

They descend into a more Ttiquette Hall of What’s Clear