Let those not following Him look upon their own worlds. He, in all His glory, has no discontented followers. He has no abandoned cities or burnt fields. Nor has He any wars or starving children or broken promises. He certainly has no girls with cooties. He has nothing, for He is everything.
Our SpaghettiWho art in meat sauceFlying be thy wayThy meatballs comeThy Noodling doneOn earth as it is inside usGive us this day our bolognaiseAnd forgive us our pizzasAs we forgive those who eat pizza before usAnd lead us not to the salad barBut deliver us from tofuFor thine is the gnocchiThe penne and linguineForever and everRAmen
Grant, the Flying Spaghetti Monster, thy sauce;and in sauce, noodles;and in noodles, meatballs;and in meatballs, knowledge;and from knowledge, knowledge of what is tasty;and from knowledge of what is tasty, the love of spaghetti;and from spaghetti, the love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster.RAmen
I think we can all look forward to the time when these three theories are given equal time in our science classrooms across the country, and eventually the world; One third time for Intelligent Design, one third time for Flying Spaghetti Monsterism, and one third time for logical conjecture based on overwhelming observable evidence.
how sacreligious can u get?!
You may be interested to know that global warming, earthquakes, hurricanes, and other natural disasters are a direct effect of the shrinking numbers of Pirates since the 1800s. As you can see, there is a statistically significant inverse relationship between pirates and global temperature.
In the beginning He created a Mountain, Trees, and a Midget.
His Noodliness graced me with His presence, and touched me with His Noodly Appendage, and I falleth over in a fit of laughter. For His Sauciness is too much to bear, and the Noodle power nearly tickled me to death. But, I am forgiven for all the hamburgers I have eaten, and been welcomed into the world of Pasta.
Soon, I became of the sauce. I was one with the noodle, combined with the Parmesan, as whole as the tomato. I was brought into the light of Boiling Water by the Creator himself, as was creed by our Savior.
Be not afeared.My noodle be with ye always;Come, have a meatball,and I will give ye beer.
15. “Truely, your Noodliness, I am but a humble servant, though I must confess16. I cannot restrict myself this pleasure, for I do admit17. I am in love with my meat, and I am in love with my balls.”18. And the Flying Spaghetti Monster touched me with his noodly appendage19. And said unto me “Surely my son, I do understand,20. But what if you fill of the meat and the balls? Then you will not have tasted21. The gloriousness of the pasta which has been presented unto you.”22. And I humbled myself, and listened to his truth,23. For in life, as in pasta, there is need for balance and companionship.
