Linguine. You're expecting some strong, has-it-together fettuccine, but instead I'm a plateful that can barely hold it together and is trying to play pretend at being one of the better pastas.
I will block out the sun with my lasagne body! All will fear me! All will obey me!
Copypasta, nothing more I want to be than a long overused block of text that clogs up threads all over the net.
I am also partial to shell pasta.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
If Lemmy has a million fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has ten fans, then I am one of them. If Lemmy has only one fan then that is me. If Lemmy has no fans, then that means I am no longer on earth. If the world is against Lemmy, then I am against the world.
Wagon Wheel. Not because it's a good pasta. But because it's most likely to survive in the back of a pantry. Little to no sauce retention. Wagon wheel, for survival.
Shells. Because I'm less likely to get eaten.
Seriously though. Fuck shell pasta where they all stick together
I would be mushroom bowtie farfalle (which I enjoy often) because I'm always just out of reach, even to myself.
Tri-color Rotini, since my color would be the first thing people noticed around all the other pasta.