Tip of the hat to Cathie for highlighting this story about a saucy new religion conjured up to add spice to the Intelligent Design "debate".
Soon after reading about this, I was actually visited by the Spaghetti Monster's spirit, which used me as a channel for dissemination of this prayer (please rise):
Our spaghetti
Who art in the colander
Hallowed be thy sauce
Thy serving come
Thy strands be wrung
On forks as they are on spoons
Give us this day our daily meatball
And forgive us our starchiness
As we forgive those who are starchy against us
And lead us not into Kraft parmessan
But deliver us from Chef Boy Ardee
For thine is the garlic
And the onion and the bay leaves
For ever and ever.
Ramen
I am so filled with the Holy Spice, I think my tongue is on fire!
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6 comments:
Holy meatball.
I.
And that reminds me (as sung to "On Top of Old Smokey")
On top of spaghetti
All covered with cheese
I had a poor meatball
Til somebody sneezed
It rolled off the table
And onto the floor
And then my poor meatball
It was no more.
Freeped you Scott.
Great, great stuff.
This is fantastic :-)
That must be the Protestant Pastafarian version. Your prayer is three lines too long for us Pastafarians who hold the One True Church close to our hearts.
Saucy! Kudos to you Scott. I need to post this on my blog for sure.
Karl
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