A time… to be touched by his Noodly Appendage


So, there is a time. A time where I type under the cover of darkness, a time where I hide away.

There is another time.

One where I proudly proclaim that I am a Pastafarian Minister. One where I ask you, why is my religion NOT so special and precious and holy as yours? Why isn’t my GOD, created by the prophet Bobby Henderson, as cherished and LOVED as that Jesus you talk of? Why not, as they are all as ridiculous as one another?


Bow forth, if you want to be blessed. And join me on Facebook.

I will bless you with his noodly appendage.




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3 Responses to “A time… to be touched by his Noodly Appendage”

  1. So what do we call you? Is it Revd Fiona? Is it High Priestess Fiona? Or, is it Noodly Fiona?

  2. Anna M says:

    Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster…whoowhee….I want to know what the weekly services are like.

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