Over the weekend, we picked up The Gospel of the Flying Spaghetti Monster, which is disappointingly not printed as a red, Bible-like edition, but rather hilariously written like a text book. I may have to quote some gems later, but the reason I don't have the book with me right now is because my brother has brought it to school to "evangelize."
He's not joking, either. He even dressed in the appropriate pirate regalia and plans to give a speech in English class. No, I didn't egg him on in this direction and, in fact, the whole project seems somewhat against my better judgment. BUT, I support him and his newfound religiosity.
In case you're wondering, the English project is supposed to be a speech about who each student would like to meet and what they would do with that person if they had the chance to meet him or her. Some girl in class asked to do a speech on God, which was ok'ed by the teacher, so my brother figured the Flying Spaghetti Monster was also a legitimate choice.
He also wrote an alternative speech in case he gets cold feet, but let us each utter a prayer so that he might spread the good word about our Noodly Master.
RAmen.
1 comments:
Your brother won me over with paragraph #3.
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