That joke is part of a trifecta;
My wife told me I was wasting my time trying to build a bicycle out of spaghetti.
You should have seen her face when I rode Pasta.
Eventually my wife left me due to my pasta obsession. She said I was perverted. I’m feeling cannelloni right now.
After I sought help I thought we could make a new start. You’d think she’d be able to forgive a fusilli mistakes...