My children, the wise ones, Cerberus of multiple heads, and Omnieiunium of many consecutive vowels, have spoken truly. Honored as I am by thy lofty praise, I am but a vessel, a humble servant of the High Flying One.
I may, perhaps, be a Vestigial Virgin.....except for the virgin part.....but I'm definitely vestigial.
Are there no High Rigatonis? No Archraviolis? What of the Sagne Incannulate, who tend the sacrifices, the Fusilli Lunghi who wait upon the places of worship, lo, even unto the Olive Garden, or the Acini di pepe, the little ones who sing so sweetly to the faithful?
Seek these, my children, and in them, know the fine, granular texture of His Meatballs.
RAmen, RAmen, pasta without end, RAmen.
Touched by His Noodly Appendage
Beware Al Dente's Inferno!
I think I used to suffer from
ADD, but I wasn't really paying attention.....