No one told me I was on my own for din din last night. My parents went somewhere, my sister went out somewhere, no one told me they were going out to eat. I was gettin my ass handed to me in SF4 by andy, I didnt really care where they were going anyway. So whatever, midnight creeps up and I realize dinner is not gonna be made and all ive had to eat is a peanut butter jelly sandwich. What does one do in this situation? Cook a shit load of pasta...duh. So I grab a bag of penne, 500 grams it says, an I cook it an I eat it, no fucking problem. Like I ate it fast too, shit didnt take long. I got kinda curious this morning tho, and according to the numerous cheater conversion devices the internet provides, 500 grams is about 1.102 pounds. so where am I going with this? observe the official "to do before I die list:"
visit shimozaki property/meet a shimozaki in japan
see the aurora
go to cooperstown
jump through window an SHATTER the glass
Hop on a cable car in motion
eat a pound of spaghetti in one go
So no, wasn't spaghetti, but it was slightly more than a pound of penne. Spaghetti will be next week, but seriously this is the closest ive ever come to crossing something off this list of mine. Theoretichally spaghetti should be cake, less chewing, easier to swallow, plus I think it comes in pound packages rather than 500 gram packages. Fulfilling? You bet your fucking life it is.
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