Oh Flying Spaghetti Monster! Greatest of all deities! The most honoured and gracious of hypotheticals. hear me my cry. You are the only theoretical who flies over the waters (why walk when you can fly right) and gifts all your Pastafarians with true blessings(because written words are cheap) I ask you in my most humble of manners, to heal me of this dreadful condition that has plagued me (no not frogs an locusts... though it might be easier if it were) and allow me to once again fufill my destiny as a pirate as is the dream of all who acknowledge and throw upon high (because I like getting high) your beauty, grace and unending benevolence ( unlike some theoreticals who abandon their followers for 40 yrs at a time) so that I may once again spread the rumor of your existence. (not gonna knock on doors) I long to ride in my very own pirate vessel (or car, mini van) and be a jolly right soul with others of the Pastafarian faith. I know you will answer my pleas and in your name I consume this bowl of mac an cheese as it will bring me to a greater understanding of who you are and maybe what you look like...(what do you look like...hope you are not shy or hideous so we cannot picture you) In closing Flying Spaghetti Monster...I thank you again, your humble pirate ...Wayne.
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 00:36:23 +0000
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