Posted on Saturday, November 24 @ 04:11:49 Eastern by Duke_FerrisThis is not a joke. The Flying Spaghetti Monster has appeared to us in a pumpkin pie. Bless his noodley appendages!
The Manefesto is home to many things, but rarely is it the place of divine revelation. On Thanksgiving night, the Great Divine Deity of Pasta made an appearance in a pumpkin pie baked by no other than my wife, Miranda.
I do not know why we were selected for such a blessing, but we receive it with glad and open hearts.
No, you will not find it on eBay with such commercial sluts as the virgin Mary grilled cheese, or the gay Jesus in a pancake. I will not defame his greatness in this manner.
The photo is not doctored in any way, neither was the (delicious) pie. Click the image to enlarge the glory. I will be sending full, hi-res versions to the church for verification. I assume they will sing pirate shanteys to herald its arrival.
To those of you who did not believe before: believe now. His Pastafarian power extends beyond the spaghetti and the ravioli. It inhabits all food in all time and all space. His noodles are of infinite length and omnipotent power.
Even pie is no match, and cake is a lie.
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