The FSM is my Shepherd, I shall not want extra helpings
He maketh me lie down in durum pastures
He leadeth me beside the Olive Garden
He refilleth my bowl
He leadeth me in the path of www.venganza.org for his angel hair's sake
Yeah! though I walk through the valley of the shadow of Intelligent Design
I will fear no dogma; for thou art with me
The sauce and thy antipasto, they comfort me
Thou preparest a huge-ass table with lambs, and sloths, and
carp, and anchovies, and orangutans, and breakfast cereals, and
fruit bats, and some of that smelly chese whose name escapes me at the moment, in the presence of mine enemies
Thou annointest my plate with parmesan; my belly bulges over
Surely pirate and meatballs shall follow me ther rest of my life
and I will swell in the house of the noodle forever.
--RAmen


