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

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

woke up at 2 in the morning and had a tingling sensation in my dick. 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. spaghetti dripping in the doorway off my spaghetti clothes. She grabs me, picks me up, and starts running me to the washroom to throw me in the shower. 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 floor started to smell like dinoghetti, 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