Shorter pasta could definitely fit on a store shelf. Longer pasta however...

Good luck manufacturing it, but I think it could be done by extrusion and chopping, but I don't know if it'd be spaghetti still

At no point, however, were we told to cut the pasta.

Her grandmother came back an hour later to find a single continuous ribbon of cursèd pappardelle strung up and down their narrow kitchen over chair backs and counter tops. We were getting desperate and running out of surfaces but mama didn’t raise no quitter. If I recall we were in the process of reaching for the hanging light fixture when this tiny Mormon granny appeared in the doorway looking absolutely aghast.

For the "crime" of not wanting to be tracked/have ads pissed into your eyeballs 24/7.

Even if you've paid for the "privilege" of the latter.

IF YOU USE A DESKTOP PC OR LAPTOP, TRY INVIDIOUS

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This was a ton of fun to work on. Can't wait to read what Dean and Gabriel cook up.

The ocean molded this clump of bricks into a rock shape

rock has returned to the wild

and become feral

So, this is the DEFINITION of a terrible plan.

You have Superman hopped up on uncontrollable amount of solar energy.

BEST case scenario Parasite uses it to overload the restraints. Worst case he turns into some kinda kaiju.

Me:

I came across it from Anne Lister’s diary, where she says that she would “grubble under women’s skirts” and honestly. The word perfectly encapsulates the fumbling feeling of fighting your way through layers of fabric to reach the promised pussy land.

However the word has been forbidden, reviled from the first moment my beloved heard it. They shuddered and it’s truly one of the only restrictions they’ve ever placed on my vocabulary so I don’t say it. But I do think it, on occasion.

Sometimes the word will pop into my head and I will think it too hard and my wife will turn and glare at me and accuse, “I know you’re thinking it!”

“But I didn’t say it!” I protest. But they’re always right. Even with no context they always know when I’m thinking it.

Today I told my wife, “I shared the unmentionable word with Astrid today and she quite enjoyed it. She repeated it several times.”

They bellowed liked a dying wildebeest and said, “I can go months without remembering that word exists and then it comes up again. It’s so disgusting, it’s what Sméagol would do on the ground digging for worms!”

I was laughing and protested, “It sounds like fighting through skirts, the groping around.”

“No! That is something that happens in the muck and the filth. It’s negative sexy.

“Bet you're gonna take to Tumblr and share it and some people are gonna be like, ‘Oh what a great word! We should definitely use that in our lexicon. Top tier word!’ And you know what? THEYRE WRONG. GARBAGE WORD. GROSS.”