but why is it called salad?

pasta salad.
yup.
neighbors,
if you can't hang out with pasta salad,
you most probably are some sort of an A*hole.
that's a thing.
check the teleport:

you gotta be about it, kids.
i think it is it's own sort of door-lock test...
a no go on those cukey scoops,
and you will probably never get on the list.
believe it.
with or without onions, depending on your diaperbabyism,
(mine has those red jauns, for even more color, and because i'm not a little jerkface)
but,
always always always with the tri-colored garden-style macaroni ruffles.
the color is important.
if you're reppin' only beige 'ronis, you're doing it wrong.
that's real.
y'know?
the radiatore ruffles are a great choice, anyway.
they're smaller than spirals,
but still with tons of surface area to soak up all that italian dressing.
mmmhmmm.
word up.
the thing is-
pasta salad is expert,
and i hope you think so too,
and therefore aren't a total butthole.
otherwise,
we can't make sweet music together, y'all,
and we definitely can't sit down to dinner, either;
never quiet, never soft.....