Do you feel that? Its creeping up on your now. Your palms are sweating now. You want to turn it away, but it calls to you. . . . Moms spaghetti..... We meet again... The pasta whips toward you at high speeds. You duck, and successfully dodge the gooey tendril only to find that another delectable string of pasta wrapping around your ankle. Quick, think fast. You must cut the strong bond between you and the afternoon delight. You remember last nights leftovers. Pizza. Not today buddy. You dictate softly under your breath. This buffet is closed. You rapidly toss pizza after pizza at the spaghettid behemoth. He cries out. He is now bleeding the sauce all over the kitchen counter. You chop him up and make love to his sweet tendrils. Congratulations, you now have pasta. You deliver the final blow. A rapid roundhouse kick. Two delicious meatballs come from the beast as it flops down onto your plate..... Dinner is served. You exclaim triumphantly. Theres just one thing. You forgot the shredded cheese.
Posted on: Sun, 07 Dec 2014 18:13:53 +0000
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