Just sent off a 17 page study leave application and now need to fall into a giant bowl of spaghetti or I will DIE of malnutrition (17 page study leave application, you understand, doing some serious sapping of the energies).
P.S. if my application is not successful, I will consider quitting my job and taking up as a professional spaghetti taster. You read it here first, comrades.
P.P.S. Dear Job, if you're reading this - not really. I'd never leave you. Even for spaghetti.
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Spaghetti! Always an excellent idea.
It's the bane of the linguine's life.
I get so wrapped up in my ravioli sometimes I forget I even have a job!
"Pasta La Vista" - that's a horrible, terrible pun.
No sorry I have to say that because I was working on a whole lot of names of potential stories for food-themed novellas and "Pasta La Vista" was one of them and Mr Coffee almost fired an Arnie like shot at me for my terrible punniness.
But I like to play with my food.
Mr Coffee was gravy-ly concerned about this, specially when I wanted to tell gnocchi gnocchi jokes.
Ha!
This is what comes of using your noodle.
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