A story about Flying Spaghetti Monster
Once I was walking, I mean ambulating, and the FSM rolled up on me in he/hers/its/god’s MX3 Hatchie and was like, “yo, bet my hatchie can take yours!”
I said, “I’m going to eat one of those vegan meatballs ya got for-what the hell are those for…?”
We ended up catching the late movie; we both cried -why did they have to kill Kong!? WHY!?
