Bobby Henderson

[Clifford]

He rarely visits the forums, so I doubt he'll mind

[Scott the Pirate]

Mind what?

[Detective TurtleHolmes]

I'm everyone but you, actually.

Sweet. You must be a busy guy keeping up with all of these threads.

Oh yeah, it gets really confusing. Sometimes I accidentally post as the wrong person.

[Scott the Pirate]

That's too bad. You should keep better track of that.

[Edd]

That's too bad. You should keep better track of that.

Well, it was just me until you showed up. I never really expected anyone else to sign up as a Pastafarian. I mean really, a Flying Spaghetti Monster?

[Scott the Pirate]

Much more interesting and delicious than an invisible pink unicorn...or is it? Lets kill one and find out.

[ET, the Extra Terrestrial]

Much more interesting and delicious than an invisible pink unicorn...or is it? Lets kill one and find out.

Well, I tried that once, but cooking it was a bitch. I couldn't tell if it was done or not.

[Scott the Pirate]

Couldnt get it to brown up?

[Edd]

You ask yourself, is it pink because it’s a pink unicorn or is it pink because it’s rare?

[Ubi Dubium]

You ask yourself, is it pink because it’s a pink unicorn or is it pink because it’s rare?

Either way, it's invisible, so that's double the challenge. I think you just poke it with a fork, and if it doesn't poke you back, it's done.

(Apologies to the IPU, may her holy hooves never be shod. Please don't rapture any more of my socks for this!)

[Tigger_the_Wing]

You ask yourself, is it pink because it’s a pink unicorn or is it pink because it’s rare?

Either way, it's invisible, so that's double the challenge. I think you just poke it with a fork, and if it doesn't poke you back, it's done.

(Apologies to the IPU, may her holy hooves never be shod. Please don't rapture any more of my socks for this!)

Apologies probably too late. I never had personal* sock trouble until I became a Pastafarian. Now I have both missing and holey socks. I'll bet many missing ones are holey, too.

*I had plenty of trouble with lost toddler socks when the twins were tiny. I swore at the washing machine, the tumble-drier and even the dogs , but it was a complete mystery as to where they were going. I had to start budgeting sock-buying into my grocery shopping. Then it was time to re-decorate; I discovered that Arceus had hidden about forty pairs of socks behind a radiator (he owned up).