FSM please grant me the serenity....
 

to not leap over my desk and head butt the men I work with, whose sentences can not begin without the words..."Ducks, can you/did you/will you/make sure you/have you....".


What are you asking of the great FSM?

Oh Great Yummy FSM, please help me to understand the foibles of those so very much less mature than their ages would seem to imply.

I'm hungry. I was thinking of some nice fettucine alfredo.

FSM grant me serenity.
That'll do.

Ducks, I'll touch you with my noodley appendage. Ramen.

FSM, please watch where you put your noodley appendage, and bring us world peace. Ramen.

I know I'm slow, and naive to a few things. I have to ask, what the heck is this thread about?

regular.joe, search "Flying Spaghetti Monster" in the Cellar, there's lots of history there.

FSM: Grant me the ability to not let annoying posters get under my skin. Ramen.



(not referring to you or your question, joe)

FSM: please grant me an elderly, very ill heirless millionaire husband who dies on our honeymoon and NO investigation is done. Amen.

Bri, only a millionaire? Why such modest tastes?

I'm trying to be more "spiritual" and I feel anything above a millionaire would ruin my sweet disposition and my love for the poor...

I hear Bill Gates loves the poor. Delicious with a light seafood sauce.

...with Favre Beans and A Nice Chianti...ummmm.