Spaghetti Disaster

February 26, 2018

I'm tangled in noodles

I'm covered in red,

I'm toped with meatballs and a side of bread

With some parmesan sprinkled on my head

How did I get myself into this mess?

I'm never cooking Italian again.

Nextime I'll do a takeout instead.

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