Heya ! I'm Nio, the writer, just a little message to say that it's better to read this story with a sarcastic voice, and that no, I don't do drugs!
Enjoy !
Hi, I'm Josh, Josh the Spaghetti and this is my... Weird story.
If you're reading this you might ask yourself "Why is there's a pasta named Josh talking to me ?" And that's funny, because I don't know, I'm asking myself the same question
Why do I exist ?
Everyone I ever met asked that, so one day, I decided to throw my desk away (literally, I hate my boss, he's an asshole) and I started to question my life choices, I had everything in life : a bed, a desk and oxygen (I don't know what I can do with oxygen, but for a pasta it's great I think)
I could talk a lot about why I suddenly wanted to change my life, but I guess you want the story to start right ?
Let's start then !
YOU ARE READING
Pasta Story
HumorJosh, the spaghetti, is trying to understand why he exists, in a world full of pastas, questions, maybe adventure and a lot of pesto.
