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The Spaghetti Fight Aftermath

By admin | October 2, 2009

We were having a perfectly nice dinner when my exmormon friend picked up a big handful of plain spaghetti and threw it at me. Of course, I couldn’t just let it go, so I threw some back. Before we knew it, there was spaghetti stuck in our hair, on the walls, on the dog, and a week later I was still finding places we missed that had hardened spaghetti on them. I was just really glad it didn’t have any sauce because that would’ve made it even messier. I would’ve made my exmormon friend clean it up for starting it.

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