In my life this is just what Wednesday looks like.
What a ripoff. I want my horse made of HORSE DAMMIT!
The red sauce is made from their innocent flesh and blood.
Pasta is my favorite drug. Gives me the happy shivers.
This is basically all that's ever in my head; professional wrestling from the 80s and pasta. It's a living.
LIKE A BOSS
PUT ALL THE CARBS AND FAT IN A FAT CARB BAG AND CLOSE IT AND BAKE IT AND FREEZE IT AND I WILL EAT IT SO HARD OMG.
You think you're a real joker, eh? Wait until you see what all that pasta does to you if you don't eat your vegetables, funny guy!