the olive garden is the narrative engine that defined a generation

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a cornerstone of the collective ideological fortress we are all laid siege in.

right now a tear has fallen loose from the cheek of a budding youthful spirit, once she realized the soul-crushing truth of the meaningless of her existence. amid the breadsticks and the soup.

a young boy fears the night ahead because daddy is drinking way too much house wine. will he come back home tonight? will he even finish his lemon crusted chicken in shit sauce before he berates mommy and makes a scene?

young johnny punk rocker makes his own addition to the creamy italian dressing.

o! fate! what demonic scourge has cast this pall upon a once golden kingdom?

who will cry for the souls of those who go too near the sun of warm creamy sauce?

were not our grandfathers the ones who fought the axis powers to bring us pizza? did not their valor secure for us the inalienable right to hospitaliano?

i crawl up the hill pushing this stone so that it might fall back down.

stinky cheese anyone?

[Tuesday Afternoon]

1. You are published, aren't you?

The goodness is copyrighted, correct?

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2. i was being intentionally verbose and bombastic

lachrymose even

[BarenakedLady]

3. Damn it

You always make me look up werds...

x(

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4. my cup runneth over

i drank the rotting wine from her trembling hands
it cost $4 per glass.

and it didn't even compliment the fancy schmancy chicken.

[greatauntoftriplets]

5. Don't cry.

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7. the olive garden is like a font of eternal inspiration

go quickly into the pale fluorescent light.

[Tuesday Afternoon]

6. Look here

William Pitt, you're not. :rofl: