We worship the flying spaghetti monster.

Our pasta, who art in a colander,
draining bo you noodles. Thy noodle
come, Thy sauce be yum, on top
some grated Parmesan.

Give us this day our garlic bread,
and forgive us our indulgences, as we
forgive those who make reality TV.

And lead us not into vegetarianism,
but deliver us some pizza, for thine is
the meatball, the noodle, and the
sauce, forever and ever.
RAmen.


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