Lasagne - I got layers.
Orzo. I always tried to be like someone I’m not. Now I’m neither rice nor pasta.
Or gnocchi!
Macaroni because I’m hollow inside, and unlike penne, have no point
Linguine. You’re expecting some strong, has-it-together fettuccine, but instead I’m a plateful that can barely hold it together and is trying to play pretend at being one of the better pastas.
I love linguine though.
I love lingerie though.
Is that a local delicacy?
I will block out the sun with my lasagne body! All will fear me! All will obey me!
Spaghetti, because Im lanky, and annoying to handle when Im cooked
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Copypasta, nothing more I want to be than a long overused block of text that clogs up threads all over the net.
I am also partial to shell pasta.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
Fusilli, I’m cork-y like that and rather silly.
It’s Fusilli Jerry.
Shells. Because I’m less likely to get eaten.
Seriously though. Fuck shell pasta where they all stick together
Fantastic for seafood dishes
Fusilli, because I’m screwed
Homemade ricotta gnocchi, because I’m rare and not from around here.
I’d love to say campanelle, because I’m fun and stuff.
I’m a gnocchi, because I’m potato.
I wish to be spaghetti but at the moment am feeling more like penne.
I would be mushroom bowtie farfalle (which I enjoy often) because I’m always just out of reach, even to myself.
