I wont believe in FSM unless he personally appears to me and presents me with a Teapot that can verified scientifically to have been exposed to radiation effects only possible from extended duration in a close Solar orbit.
I ask only that his grace fill my empty cup, fill my mortal soul with his divine marinara sauce, for I am a penitent man wronged, an honorable man falsely besmirched, and a faithful lover of too many a woman later to fall into accursed witchcraft, madness and debauchery.
I wont believe in FSM unless he personally appears to me and presents me with a Teapot that can verified scientifically to have been exposed to radiation effects only possible from extended duration in a close Solar orbit.
Stripper poles and beer are undeniable proof of his noodliness. Have faith, and by that I mean believe everything I say without evidence.
I will pray for your disbelief and hope his noodly appendages will one day open your eyes
I ask only that his grace fill my empty cup, fill my mortal soul with his divine marinara sauce, for I am a penitent man wronged, an honorable man falsely besmirched, and a faithful lover of too many a woman later to fall into accursed witchcraft, madness and debauchery.
I ask only for some tangible morsel of proof.
Some… tasty meal, for my impoverished stomach.