The Day of His Noodly Appendage
The holiest of holidays for Pastafarians, is of course the birthday of His Most Holy Prophet, Marco Polo (b. Sept 15, 1254), who brought the word of his Noodly Appendage back from the East. As Talk Like A Pirate Day falls on September 19th, this five-day period constitutes Holy Pasta Week, during which spaghetti is consumed liberally. With a nice Chianti until the last day when it’s grog for all.
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Perhaps we could soemnise the pasta eating. “This is my my very tasty body which willbe eaten up by you…”
Shout it with me, mateys… “Avast, right-wing conspiracy!”
I look forward to eating HIS noodley body slathered in an arrabbiata sauce accompanied by a good Santa Barbara County wine. ARGH.
I have always been fascinated by how easy it is to convince people that cannibalism is fine, as long as it is ‘ritual’ cannibalism, and not the version used to supply protein. Can Soylent Green really be so fantastic?
It’s really more of a ‘half vast’ conspiracy. as you have pointed out before, Steve.
LOL
PS. I hate you all! 😉 *SIGH* One more thing I’m not allowed to enjoy right now…
“Life! Don’t talk to me about Life!”
“Life, loathe it or ignore it, you can’t like it.”
Marvin, HHGTTG
(We have much in common!) 😛
The biggest hassle with abdominal surgery is all of the things you can’t do, in addition to all of the restriction after any surgery. Other than lying flat on your back, there is no way of not flexing the wound.
I can assure you that my ‘patient’ [Ringo] is just as annoyed with the restrictions as you are. ‘Play biting’ has lost quite a bit of the ‘play’ and there is no way of avoiding the bathroom, so we interact multiple times every day. The vet techs think she is the nicest cat ever and so sweet – they haven’t seen or heard the dash around the walls at 3 am expressing her desire to get outside and kill something or climb a tree. I keep telling her that no one wants her out of the bathroom more than I do, but she doesn’t believe me.
Keep your eyes on the horizon, because the coffee and pasta are out there.