I like bread. I can't get enough of it. Once my friend took me to a psychiatrist to make me not like bread. As I was lying on the couch I ate the psychiatrist because I thought he was bread. My mom took me to a hypnotist to make me think bread was poisonous. I ended up eating the hypnotist too. Bread is good.
My brother made me eat canned bread. I ate the whole thing before it got to the cashier. I will always love bread I told him. He didn't believe me. My mom figured the only way to get me to not like bread was to feed it to me for 3 hours staight. It didn't work.
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''This Pasta Is Dedicated To The Psychiatrist And The Hypnotist Who Got Eaten By Me.''