[Gracie]

I do, as it transpires! Of course, it doesn't help that I'm still in silly mode. But I've been so, so stressed out the last few weeks with work and getting my final results, etc etc...

I'm getting the wierdest, most EPIC ideas, and it appears to be my subconscious trying to get me to lighten up a bit... I'm planning... wait for it... a Pastafarian Revival meeting, complete with white-suited preacher, people speaking in "tongues" composed entirely of names of pasta sauces, and eucharistic rituals involving holy pesto and sacred sundried tomato.

I then intend to stage a reformation and schism in the pastafarian church, followed by my announcement that having been uniquely touched by HNA (His Noodley Appendage), I alone am qualified to designate the correct dressing appropriate for those truly dedicated to the Spaghetti Monster.

It would amuse me no end, and I suspect my friends may just be sufficiently demented to go along with this.

We'll have hats!!

Also, this thread has lost all semblance of purpose. I am now just demonstrating my tenuous grasp on reality.

*skips*

 

[PaulH]

as long as youve got hats - that's ok then :laughing:

 

[Susanna]

I think that's great. Enjoy your time. I love pasta and have half a mind to join your revival meeting. White carbs though don't go well with me so I try to use Quinoa or spelt or brown rice pasta these days.

 

[Dalien]

Ahhhhhhhh...create create create...let's dance! :wink:

My hats off to you!!!!

 

[Gracie]

No, no - keep your hat on!

 

[ENTrePenuer]

Yes, Yes I do.

Retarded wouldn't be a stretch.

 

[ENTrePenuer]

I do, as it transpires! Of course, it doesn't help that I'm still in silly mode. But I've been so, so stressed out the last few weeks with work and getting my final results, etc etc...

I'm getting the wierdest, most EPIC ideas, and it appears to be my subconscious trying to get me to lighten up a bit... I'm planning... wait for it... a Pastafarian Revival meeting, complete with white-suited preacher, people speaking in "tongues" composed entirely of names of pasta sauces, and eucharistic rituals involving holy pesto and sacred sundried tomato.

I then intend to stage a reformation and schism in the pastafarian church, followed by my announcement that having been uniquely touched by HNA (His Noodley Appendage), I alone am qualified to designate the correct dressing appropriate for those truly dedicated to the Spaghetti Monster.

It would amuse me no end, and I suspect my friends may just be sufficiently demented to go along with this.

We'll have hats!!

Also, this thread has lost all semblance of purpose. I am now just demonstrating my tenuous grasp on reality.

*skips*

The more I read about you guys the more I realize I need a harem full of infj women.

 

[Gracie]

The more I read about you guys the more I realize I need a harem full of infj women.

Ohmygod, can it be just like the castle Anthrax??

"We are but four score young blondes and brunettes, all between the ages of sixteen and nineteen and a half... It is a dull life - dressing, undressing, making exciting underwear..."

And you can name some of your girls Midget, Crapper and Dr. Winston

 

[Dalien]

No, no - keep your hat on!

When my hat comes off to you, I am bowing. Then I replace it upon my head once more!:wink:

 

[Null]

 

[SarahWilliams]

humors a wonderful coping mechanism, haha.

 

[Zomboy]

I knew a girl who would go on cleaning frenzies when she was stressed out.

Unfortunately, when I am stressed, something needs to die before I start feeling better. Hooray for epic anger problems!