The olive garden always ends in the end.
That’s the way everyone likes it. The only problem is that it never ends.
The olive garden always ends in the end. Thats the way everyone likes it. The only problem is that it never ends.
Olive Garden? Is that the name of a restaurant in Italy? A place where you can buy spaghetti and meatballs? I’m guessing that’s the name of that restaurant. I’m guessing that’s the name of a place in Italy. I’m guessing that’s the name of a place in Italy.
The same can be said for the olive tree, and the same can be said for the wine. The olive tree always has to end in the end. The same can be said for the wine, and the same can be said for the spaghetti. The same can be said for the pasta, and the same can be said for the olive. The olive can come after the wine or pasta. The same can be said for the pasta and olive. The same can be said for the olive garden.
Im not sure if you can think of another place in the world where this is true. I think you can probably think of a place where the spaghetti comes after the wine or olive.
It’s hard to tell because we’re so obsessed with the idea that the next step is’make the next step. Making the next step is actually the second big step. When we’re in the middle of the stage, we don’t want to start the next step. The next step could be the very next step. When we reach the stage, we want to make the next stage.
I have a long history of eating pasta right before I go to sleep every night. I am not really sure why I do it, but I do, and I love it. In the morning I usually wake up with a new favorite pasta recipe, and I always have the same question: “what’s the pasta”? It’s actually a lot of fun to think of.
Asking yourself what you should/will eat is a great way to start the process.