Yes, it’s true. I’m writing about Lasagna again, but I’m not telling you how to make it. This time, I’m showing you how to wear it. That’s right! Also, you get to see me nekkid (a bonus!):
Okay, maybe it’s not so much a bonus, but my boobies are real! Can’t say that about most of those Hollyweird stars.
This photo was taken a LONG ass time ago and no, that’s not my cat. Apparently, after dumping a bowl of lasagna over my head (I loved it so much that I wanted to wear it), I felt the neighbors cat should partake in the Lasagna Eating Festivities. The cat just wanted to lick my fingers. Can you blame him?
By the way, is it only redneck children who run around in only diapers and without a top?