As soon I got to the Italian resturaunt I suddenly felt out of place.
Because I was a Mexican Pasta Noodle Master.
Everyone here were white garlic bread masters.
As soon as I sat down, the waiter asked me if I wanted garlic or cheese bread.
I answered "I WANT PASTA"
"What type of pasta" the editor question
"Not wheat" I answered "I want fettuccini alfredo and chicken on the side"
When the waiter brought my food, the first thing I noticed was the warm Alfredo sauce cascading down the side of my oversized noodles. I was drooling at the mouth by the type I stuck that noodle in the hole. My mouth hole
