FSM

With faith in the almighty Flying Spaghetti Monster, all things are pasta-bowl.

@MsFoxIfUrNasty ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Come, Holy Sauce, Creator Blest, and in our pasta, give us thy rest

All praise be to the Flying Spaghetti Monster, for truly his Noodly Appendages have touched us all.

Thou art the Creator of Goodness, and of Sustenance. I thank the Pasta, and the Sauce, and the Meatballs, for they provide me all my needs.

But deliver us some Pizza. For thine are Meatballs, and the beer, and the strippers, for ever and ever. RAmen.

Give us this day our garlic bread, As we swashbuckle, splice the main-brace and cuss. And lead us into temptation,

Our Pasta, who “Arghh” in heaven, Swallowed be thy shame. Thy Midgit come. Thy Sauce be yum, On top some grated Parmesan.

Blessed are they who are persecuted In the name Of Spaghetti, for theirs is the Pirate Ship of heaven.

To truly cleanse thyself of sin, thou must be baptized in a bath of meatsauce. Until then, the Anti-Pastas curse will be with you.

Trust in thy meatbally goodness and forever be rewarded with strippers and beer in heaven. R'amen.

Accept Thy Noodly Magnificence into your heart, into your soul, and ye shall forever be free. R'Amen.