SO LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THAT ONE TIME WITH THE DINOGHETTI

let me tell you bout the story of how I ate 3 BOWLS OF THE DINOGHETTI

woke up at 2 in the morning and had a tingling sensation. I could feel the dinoghetti oozing out of the pores in my body, from all sides. I was running a fever of 104, I turn to my brother who was sleeping at the time, and said "Calvin, CALVIN, I DON'T FEEL SO WE-BLARGH" projectile vomitted dinoghetti travels at least 10 ft and hits his bedcovers and he jumps out of his bed and flings himself against the wall next to his bed. I get out of bed, and turn around to my night stand, BALARGH, projectile vomiting hits the lamp there that was slightly on as a night light, it riccochets off the lamp shade, going in all directions, including all over the window behind it. The crime scene looks like a fucking exorcism. I ran to the hallway, and screamed for my mother. "MOM, MOM I NEED BLARRSHG" all up against the wall. The wall drips with orange pasta sauce. I turn to the right as my mom starts running down the hallway. I throw up again, covering her in pasta dinosaurs. My clothes becomes 20% spaghetti, her clothes inherit 30% spaghetti. pasta dripping in the doorway off my pasta clothes. She grabs me, picks me up, and starts running me to the washroom to throw me in the shower. "BLARRGH". I projectile vomited directly into her face.

She wiped her face off, covering some areas of the bathroom in pasta sauce. I get thrown in the shower, water blasts at me from the tap, and she quickly doused the curtains for the shower. I threw up again, hitting the shower curtain with so much force, that my mom started to scream because the shower curtain wasn't tucked in to the side of the bathtub, and was dangling loose on the other side.

The shower curtain began to drip with half-digested pasta & reek smelling pasta sauce. The white tiles that made up the bathroom began to obtain a slight discoloration of orange. The floor started to smell like dinoghetti, while my father came rushing from the bedroom and I could hear him screaming what the hell was going on. From my bedroom, my brother was crying and screaming for help. The dinoghetti pasta was so thick on his bed that it apparently started to creep up to where his feet were standing on his bed. He was forced to start knocking stuff off the top of his bed head and then stand on top of that for safety. It was literally a real game of the 'floor is lava' at 2:30am in the morning.

I'm still vomiting up white phlegm & pasta noodles at this point, and I start to hear my mother next to me in the bathroom start gagging and coughing. Being utterly disgusted from getting thrown up directly in the face, she flings the toilet seat open and begins to throw up herself. I will always remember the sound of me and my mom throwing up at the same time in the same room.