Pagliarini
You’re shoving bread and spaghetti down your throat like it’s your last meal while you’re running around like a lunatic and reading a book like it’s your life. You’re a god.
I Pagliarini’d and my dog tried to eat my book. I won.
He Pagliarini’d during the final exam and got a 100. I got a 57. Life’s unfair.
I Pagliarini’d and my shirt turned into a fireball. I’m a god.