little rad radiators.
that's essential for success.
i mentioned this recently,
and i'm reiterating it for the benefit of anyone who wasn't listening.
ruffle pastas are the sh!t,
and when it comes to summer starches,
the tri-color jauns can't be beat.
maximum surface area is what's up
where ultimate pasta-salad dressing coverage is concerned.
and i'm concerned about single colored 'ronis,
just as much as i'm troubled by the weak babies who can't hang out
with minced onion in their bowl of chilled hottness.
y'know?
no?
oh, well, then you might be a diapery little nancypants,
and you're missing out on all that supreme adult flavor.
do you know what i did last night?
i ate a giant bowl of red-onion-laced expert ruffs,
with rainbow veggie magic all throughOUT the triple-hued wheaten ripples.
don't bring your mealy mouth to my mealtime table-
that sort of pick-it-off style of dinnertime surgery is offensive to my
savage shark-gluttonous sensibilities.
take it to eleven, or take yourself elsewhere.
and before you go,
check the high-functioning-adult-pasta-salad-type teleport:
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i'll just come out and say it-
if you can't hang out with pasta salad,
we can't be friends.
if you can't eat it with the onions,
we may never be close.
it's a hard style, if you're a weak waterspritzer,
but it's the simple truth if you know what's good.
rules is rules,
and it's been decreed.
that is all;
never quiet, never soft.....
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