In the holy name of the FSM

I still can remember with deep fervorous chills the day when the Flying Spaghetti Monster and His Noodly Appendage enlighted my life. I was way too old to be a true Jedi and to master the Force. Instead of a fake religion, I choosed to worship some holy pasta capable of aerial transportation. The gospel is provided courtesy of Buitoni of Italy. This world needs a religion to suit our basic needs and this religion exists. Spread the word and some tomato sauce.