Yep! That's the deal. A colander. And you're a Pastafarian!. A member of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. What a hoot. I love a good ^&##-take and this seems to be right up there. It deserves a Google Search.
Our Pasta, who “Arghh” in heaven,
Swallowed be thy shame.
Thy Midgit come.
Thy Sauce be yum,
On top some grated Parmesan.
Give us this day our garlic bread.
And give us our cutlasses,
As we swashbuckle, splice the main-brace and cuss.
And lead us into temptation, But deliver us some Pizza.
For thine are Meatballs, and the beer, and the strippers,
for ever and ever.
The Pastafarians have been around for ages. The was even an article a few years ago about a guy who won the right to wear the colander on his head in his passport photo as it was the official dress of his religion.
The was even an article a few years ago about a guy who won the right to wear the colander on his head in his passport photo as it was the official dress of his religion.
I hope you're not making fun of my religion, Peter Who's to say that one imaginary friend is less plausible than any other?
Ahhh Rick. You - a closet Pastafarian - but I never saw you with a colander on the noodle - pardon the pun. Perhaps that would be a bit too "overt" - perhaps even a bit outre!! If only I had known. I would have offered to make the sauce any time.
Ahhh Rick. You - a closet Pastafarian - but I never saw you with a colander on the noodle - pardon the pun. Perhaps that would be a bit too "overt" - perhaps even a bit outre!! If only I had known. I would have offered to make the sauce any time.
Having demonstrated that you're broad minded about these things, Peter, we'll start the ceremonies before you go to bed next time. I might even show you my southern planisphere colander.
What would be the collective noun for a room full of Pastafarians? Pastaramii? Pastaratii? Passtapasta?
Inquiring minds need answers to these questions.
Peter
Who's to say that one imaginary friend is less plausible than any other?
