Now, this is a story all about how My life got noodled upside down And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Omer In Lower Peninsula born and raised In the kitchen was where I spent most of my days Cookin' out, boilin', fryin' all cool And suckin' up ramen outside of the school When a couple of my folks who were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighborhood I ate a little bit of udon and they all got scared And said "you're taking fettuccine to your friends in Omer" I whistled for a cab and when it came near The license plate said Stretch and it had soba in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Pad Thai to Omer' I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homie, chow mein later' I looked at my spaghetti I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Omer

College life

I probably would've done the same. That's a lot of ******* noodles.

Hi naruto!!!! How's Sasuke?

Bullshit

Captain obesity away!

It clearly wasn't a years supply then.

It's not a phase mom

oodles of noodles