did you hear about the italian chef who died?
he pasta way
he just ran out of thyme
here today, gone tomato
his wife is still upset, cheese still not over it
we never sausage a tragedy coming
ashes to ashes, crust to crust
there’s just not mushroom for italian chefs in today’s world
i wish i had my own apartment so i could make food at two in the morning and dance around in my underwear
funny how once you get your own apartment this is actually exactly what happens
And then you cry over the responsibility of living on your own.
*drinks vodka* *gags* “ugh I hate vodka” *drinks vodka*
that shitty feeling when you wanna go out & be social, but once you’re out, all you wanna do is be back at home
you haven’t replied in three minutes what did i do why do you hate me