Showing posts with label angel hair pasta. Show all posts
Showing posts with label angel hair pasta. Show all posts

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

you're about to die, angel hair pasta.


i'm swatting away at my arm, as though i'm surrounded by mosquitoes, when i notice that it's your long ass fucking hair brushing up against me. your stranger hair just molested my arm. you'd better figure out how to get it off me in a hurry, or i'm going to put on some gloves and rip it out.