golden years...go-old. wopwopwop.

[christina_ricci]

Converted Pastafarian: Hail, all ye Xenu subscribers, Jesus bashing is officially passe. Cast away your Christ Was A Pedophile t-shirt's and burn them like the suffragette shackles of yesterday! The poor, defenseless Christians have done SO LITTLE to deserve your persecution. No, no. Cease your mocking laughter! I have embraced the awesome Power of

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[skeeterulrich]

I converted when I heard about the Pastafarian's heaven. And I am counting down the days until Prego is born. I BEG YOU, WASH AWAY MY SINS WITH YOUR TOMATO BLOOD, OH SON OF THE FLYING SPAGHETTI MONSTER.

[christina_ricci]

Sigh Skeet Ulrich. I will certainly see you at service. Will you be dressing in the ceremonial Pirate garb?

[skeeterulrich]

Most Fridays, yes. However, sometimes the dry cleaners lose things and I find myself having to settle for an eye patch and a WWFSMD? shirt. Have you been touched by his noodly appendage yet, Christina Ricci?

[christina_ricci]

At this time, I'd like to refer you to my personal Dry Cleaner Gupta Amir. Send all pirate garb to my New York apartment and she will certainly care for it appropriately. If the negligent dry cleaners have displeased you, say the word and I will have them executed with extreme prejudice.

Oh, Skeet. I have been impaled. I am filled with Pasta Love.

[skeeterulrich]

Oh, I say the word. For not only have they shrunk my knickers on more than one occassion, but they never get those alfredo sauce stains out. And what kind of believer do I look like when I walk into the service on Fridays, sauce from another pasta on my shirt? Give Gupta my many thanks in advance.

Are we speaking metaphorically, or literally? If literally, I ask you to let me be at the birthing of the Savior. Though, are you carrying Macaroni or Prego?

[christina_ricci]

Midget knickers and neglected Sauce de crème? An outrage. I'll have their mutilated flesh on your door step by midnight. Fear not, Bzzt, justice will be served. I shall.

Both. I like to live dangerously and feel the Holy Spirit completely. You can cross-circumsize the limp noodle. Preperation is everything.

[skeeterulrich]

I pity the fools. Sterilized slotted spoons in my back pocket, I shall see you tonight, oh holy vessel!