Reality Check by Dave Whamond for November 25, 2023

Tomorrow this will all be behind you. In the pasta, so to speak.

Love Ralph’s comment!

Limp excuses…

The colander does say it’s that time of the year.

So they is identifying themselfs as spaghetti, pasta, noodles, or wormycelli?

Colanders can leave you feeling drained as well.

They’re about to get sauced.

You don’t suppose it starts with all that boiling water?

I guess that is the precise description of a strained relationship.

It’s your fault because you have a mind like a sieve.

For a minute, I thought those were worms. I am getting a mind like a sieve as I get older.

they’re just noodling around…

Now I want some Spätzle.

The wise helmet of a Pastafarian. All hail the Colander!!!!!!!

The Flying Spaghetti Monster insists that you follow the rules contained in “I’d Really Rather You Didn’ts” …!

If they were strained again they would be restrained, but if they restrained from straining again they would not be restrained. If they were unrestrained from restraining, would they be restrained or restrained from restraining (and therefore not restrained)?

[Now I’m straining to decide if I said that right.]

The colander’s been working double sifts.

I’ve been seeing a colander three times a week for years now – and it’s helping. I no longer have to wear it on my head.

May be due to a pasta life experience, we should book a therapy session, let me check my colander

The question is, was the spaghetti shaped like that before it was strained, or did the colander strain it into that shape? This is brain strain!

I saw a customer pass out face first into a bowl of spaghetti with chili one New Years eve. The guy next to him on the counter seating turned his head sideways so he could breathe.

Sorry, but the chef also rinsed your starch off.

The colander was trying to help; he noticed they were in hot water!