Toast is good.
Buttered toast with jelly is delicious.
But Flying Spaghetti Monster Toast is divine:
The awesome ladies at Negative Entropy offer directions so you can make them yourself. Check it out!
Take, eat, for this is my toast.
Man, if the unbelievers don’t aren’t Touched by His Noodly Appendage after this there’s no hope for them!
Is there an alter, a place we can come and pay homage?
How can he manifest his noodliness if we make it for him? We simply need to be patient and wait for more toast miracles.
Touched by the golden brown crunchy goodness of his noodly appendage.
Oh my… I accidentally ate all toast that came out like that.
It happens to me every sunday.
OMG! I saw Cthulhu on my toast this morning.
I’d post a picture, but it’d drive you insane.
It’s a consecrated toast!
Perfect food for the morning after the night before when a person has been praising the FSM with his favourite beverage.
Hell yes! What a sweet story. I must brush my teeth. The important thing is the song is gone and the school district’s lawyers will give them the business if they try this kind of garbage again. Wooooo!
oops, wrong thread. The Florida school district thing. Carry on, good pastafarians.
And you don’t even have to bring your own pareidolia!
It’s a miracle! Obviously this is proof for the existence of the FSM and the exalted status of pirates.
I think you meant to say JAM. Perhaps marmalade.
I love it.
Did you see the one where people claimed Jesus appeared in a vat of frozen spaghetti sauce in Scranton? I thought it looked like one of the Village People.
Check it out: http://www.gospelaccordingtohate.com/2010/03/first-friday-devotion-get-sauced-with.html