This story reminds me of the time I tried to fly a kite from the window of a space ship. There’s no wind in space. THERE’S NO WIND IN SPACE!! Needless to say I felt quite the fool, the journey was spoilt and my kite now sits in the garage, covered in dust and small plastic bags.
Enjoy.
The Pastapocalypse
Lisa A. Koosis
The world ended not with nuclear missiles, nor rising floodwaters, but with pasta. There was no Judgment Day, no Second Coming, no aliens with cold, metal probes. There was only rigatoni and fusilli, golden strands of linguini and striated tubes of penne. (more…)
