August 08, 2005
i'm pretty sure i know who posted that email (how many sebastians with that sense of humor can there be in austin?) he's a grad of the exp. psych dept.
That is totally effing awesome, arrrrrrrr, matey!!unounouno
I have to stop myself from constantly buying stupid T-shirts these days, but the WWSFMD? shirt is calling my name...
Oh, shit. Get ready for the great apocalyptical showdown between FSM (Flying Spaghetti Monster, n00b) and the Great Spaghetti Pulsar Activating Monster.
ps Nd: I secretly want one of those shirts, too.
I would like to tell you that i was very offended by your letter, and would like to join the 5% that believes you are going to hell. I did not at all appreciate the way you dipict those who beleive something other than you. Jack ass.
P.S. I hope your genitals fall off and are eaten by three-legged mice with squirrel tails.
P.S.S Ninjas are way cooler than pirates. Jack ass.
-Paul Brandon
pbf532@yahoo.com
Now, this guy has a point.
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reader e-mail:
Dear Bobby,
I have recently purchased one of your coffee mugs, but it is giving me
no end of grief. Every time I put coffee, hot chocolate, or hot tea in
the mug, it instantly transubstantiates into what I assume is the blood
of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. It sort of looks like marinara sauce,
but I'm afraid to taste it. Curiously, when I put wine into the mug,
it just turns into a nice, full-bodied chianti -- beer does the same
thing. Is there any act of sacrifice or ritual that I can perform to
stop these miracles from occurring? While I bask in His greatness and
I am truly awed by His power, I'm also kind of thirsty. Any advice
would be welcome.
Sebastian [xxxxxxxxx], Ph.D.
Austin.Texas
posted by Valatan at 10:38AM CST on August 08