My office always smells like spaghetti. No matter what time of day. It always smells like someone has just warmed up left over Fazoli's. I go to my desk hoping to find a breadstick in my chair. Alas, no breadsticks, no italian sausage, no spaghetti. I just can't figure out who's popping open the Spaghetti-O's at 8:00 am. But I've got it drilled down to a couple of culprits:
1. Mario
2. Luigi
3. Chef Boyardee
I'm thinking it's the latter choice.
So Chef Boyardee, stop with the italian food so early in the morning. It's not a good way to make friends.
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