Me like ziti.
After a night of heavy drinking and much debauchery, we returned to Jasmine's apartment to find a whole tray of ziti. We destroyed the entire tray in mere minutes, forsaking all utensil needs. However some of us enjoyed the Italian delicacy more than others. When I awoke in the morning not only did I have several ziti stains all over my t-shirt (as Jasmine has so nicely highlighted in this photo) but I also had several up and down the legs of my pants.
Perhaps this is the answer to the age old question, "Why don't I have a boyfriend?"
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