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I have recently been touched by His Noodly Appendage, and I can tell you, I'm so glad I finally found a religion that supports my beliefs :D Yay for pirates!
So, this post only exists to show you a bit of work I did for school/English class. Of course it's perfect because it's a text written about Him. I'm sad the teacher didn't give us marks for this homework because I surely would've been the best with this text about Him. Enjoy. :D
Never would he have thought that hell looked like this. He had always lived as a good man in the South-Western of the USA with his wife and their six children. Scarcely did he remember what killed him off but he suspected it to be a car accident. And now he was standing here, at the side of a man that claimed he was a prophet of the Flying Spaghetti monster, whatever that was, and told him that he had chosen the wrong religion and that the Flying Spaghetti Monster, who was once only seen as a parody, created the universe and all men. He looked around himself, trying to make out any eternal hell fire. When he couldn't spot one, he turned around again but saw he was almost alone. Not only had the prophet gone away but there were no angels or anything of the sort. The only other living things here were... strippers. Strippers with sexually transmissible diseases, as he heard one of them mumble. Disgustedly, he turned away. Not sooner had he turned around than he saw volcan made of beer. He frowned, but stepped nearer and took a sip of the beer only to spit it out in the next moment. It tasted like crap. It was then that he truly believed this was hell.
So, this post only exists to show you a bit of work I did for school/English class. Of course it's perfect because it's a text written about Him. I'm sad the teacher didn't give us marks for this homework because I surely would've been the best with this text about Him. Enjoy. :D
Never would he have thought that hell looked like this. He had always lived as a good man in the South-Western of the USA with his wife and their six children. Scarcely did he remember what killed him off but he suspected it to be a car accident. And now he was standing here, at the side of a man that claimed he was a prophet of the Flying Spaghetti monster, whatever that was, and told him that he had chosen the wrong religion and that the Flying Spaghetti Monster, who was once only seen as a parody, created the universe and all men. He looked around himself, trying to make out any eternal hell fire. When he couldn't spot one, he turned around again but saw he was almost alone. Not only had the prophet gone away but there were no angels or anything of the sort. The only other living things here were... strippers. Strippers with sexually transmissible diseases, as he heard one of them mumble. Disgustedly, he turned away. Not sooner had he turned around than he saw volcan made of beer. He frowned, but stepped nearer and took a sip of the beer only to spit it out in the next moment. It tasted like crap. It was then that he truly believed this was hell.