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Makes Me Fatta

Yada yada yada love those enchiladas Any time of the day, don't care if it makes me fatta Nothing else spins my noodle Could eat oodles and oodles Italy wouldn't exist without my pasta extravaganza

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Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/3/2019 1:13:00 PM

You got love handles ?

Tom Cunningham
Date: 3/3/2019 1:32:00 PM

Something extra around the middle like a spare tyre. You hold them when you know, bedtime stuff lol

Jack Ellison
Date: 3/3/2019 1:22:00 PM

What are they????????

Maureen Mcgreavy

Date: 3/3/2019 7:42:00 AM

Oh I miss Spaghetti <3 ...soupmail

Jack Ellison
Date: 3/3/2019 7:48:00 AM

As Silent One corrected me... Mexican, not Italian!!! Duh! LOL XOX

Silent One

Date: 3/3/2019 6:12:00 AM

I love them too.. I do like MExican food... hope you dont find tthem too spice.. I hope you did not think they are Italian...

Jack Ellison
Date: 3/3/2019 7:26:00 AM

Morning, noon and night... that was a faux pas! Yada yada yada love those enchiladas Any time of the day, don't care if it makes me fatta Nothing else spins my noodle Could eat oodles and oodles Mexico wouldn't exist without my pasta extravaganza There I fixed it!!!