Amen, and pass the Parmesan.

.

My husband and I were watching the news the other day, some sad story about the Middle East, and he asked me a question I couldn’t answer.

(Yes, that happens occasionally… though I’m loathe to admit it.)

And as one does when searching the internet for information, the husband fell down a digital rabbit hole while trying to distinguish the difference between Sunni and Shiite Muslims… and what started out as a simple search for an answer turned into a wild journey of discovery through various world religions. Including one he’d never heard of –

Pastafarianism.

Yes, you read that correctly.

Pasta.

.

.

I could do without a stripper factory in the afterlife but I’m okay with the beer volcano.

.

.

Clearly they’ve given this a lot of thought.

.

.

Though I don’t think the headwear is very flattering.

.

.

Poland?

.

.

If the Nantucket RMV allows it, who am I to argue?

.

.

🤣

.

6 thoughts on “Amen, and pass the Parmesan.”

  1. We live in Florida, so there are also these guys around (I think) and everyone and everything else. It is probably the most diverse cultures, interests, etc., that I have lived in the states although I don’t recall hearing about the flying spaghetti monster. The more I hear about Europe, I less I realize I know. Note to self-must visit again, one day.

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a reply to cupcakecache Cancel reply