There are no good puns about pasta, other than a fusilli remarks.
When I put yeast in my broth I was soup rised at the outcome.
Italy just announced a carbin’ tax. It was pasta by very wide majority.
I gave up surfing in Hawaii to make sandwiches. Now my life is very sub dude.
I can’t go to Chinese restaurants alone. I have supper Asian anxiety.
Anyone who eats fish and chips every day is a creature of halibut.
I miss sugar. After all these years we glucose.
Choking on fruit? Call the pear-emetics.
If a chicken’s too fat, it tastes meaty yolker.