Holy Rigatoni I'm late! I got soooo drunk
from this cosmic teapot (take my word for it, that aint no sippin' cosmic tea) and an invisible pink unicorn gave me really bad directions (I hate that guy
, he's such an ass ) but just when I thought all hope was lost, a yellow, and somewhat noodly appendage guided me here.
Reporting from Calgary Alberta!
P.S. I always thought that my ability to conjure a delicious spaghetti and meatball (despite not being to cook anything else), and my love for grog and wenches was just a sheer coincidence, but now I realize that I was chosen for such greatness, guided by his noodly appendage.