The sign on the gate of the public campsite, said, “Welcome all, whether happy or sad.” And so the happy campers and the sad campers sat side-by-side at their bonfires, telling ghost stories and playing tunes. Sometimes they all woke up happy and sometimes, sad, but the mosquitoes always won.
Holy cannelloni, rig it, Tony!
And hand me that penne,
I’ll write a fusilli lines,
and while you’re at it, pasta wine!