I cut my spaghetti with a machete in the ghetto I liked it with oregano I shared it with a widow I used to know then finally she told me where to go to get some hard garlic rolls ,ha gotcha ,her name was Rapunzel she was great fun so I continued to see her, she only had one fear that she may move out of there and live in the boondocks where they didn't need door locks and there were no city blocks where she could take her silly walks to go buy her spaghetti so she could have it ready when her baby came by......
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