To a Pastafari this is a religious act. Our heaven is filled with beer and pastatutes. Our hell too, but the beer is past it’s expiration date and the pastatutes have STD’s.
my cat doesn’t exchange sex, she exchanges pets and cuddles for treats and we call her a treatstitute when she’s getting really beggy.
My 3 monsters are just plain whores. They lay on your lap so they are higher to the table, so they can steal our food from it. Cheese platter? Impossible. They are trash cans, as they collect trash from neighbors and eat the leftovers back in my garden. They are drama queens, complete terror, evil geniuses, whiny bitches, cute AF and my 3 little babies.
I would never trade my virtue for mere pasta.
There’d better be some fuckin’ garlic bread or focaccia on the table, too!
the most ancient profession in italy
Your mom is weird.
Oh, I’m not in /c/dadjokes
Who?
c
c/dad
!c/dadjokes
i’m not sure if any of those are actual links but i don’t careWhat do you mean
i have spent too much time in my wife’s toddler classroom
see spot run type books in thereWhose spot
? i read to the kids and teach music. i’m not sure what you’re asking.
How can you read
Pasta is love so it was a fair exchange.
Penne pasta
laughs in Spanish
laughs in cavatappi
I picked up a pastatute in my cah in Boston
Even worse, she is a…dad.
pasdadution
I hustle my skills at recovering furniture. I’m an upholstwhore.
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