Spaghetti Bolognese Every Day

Because this is a whore house not a fucking restaurant

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“What are you making for dinner?” Amelia asked.
“Spag bog,” Scarlett responded.
“That’s what we always eat,” Amelia complained.
“Look, ya cunt, it’s all any of us know how to cook. If you want something better, make it yourself on your night, but I’m making spag bog,” Scarlett said.
“I’m gonna make beef stroganoff when it’s my turn,” Amelia said “I’m tired of spaghetti.”
“So are we all,” Scarlett said, “but I got better things to do than waste my time making some fancy shit I ain’t ever heard of like beef whatever you said.”

“You haven’t heard of beef stroganoff?” Amelia asked, incredulous.
“Nah, and it sounds snobby,” Scarlett responded.
“It uses mince, you idiot, same as spaghetti. Just a different sauce.” Amelia said.
“Just because it uses mince doesn’t mean I ever heard of it,” Scarlett said.
“Do you know how to make anything but spaghetti?” Amelia asked.
“Yeah, I can make a bowl of Weetbix.” Scarlett said.
“Anyone can do that,” Amelia said.