Martian Exile
06-04-2008, 06:41 AM
Great news GN!
I was listening to my Martian subspace amplitude modulator in the direction of the Pleiades, and intercepted this message:
transcript:
Crackle, fiszit, whistle, crack crack, Da-da-dit-da dit-dit-dit- da!
“This is the Pleiades!” (Heraldic music)
(Skipping the boring topics)
“In other news, the patrons of Zeus’s God Bar announced today that they have determined that His Holiness the Flying Spaghetti Monster now has enough followers to be admitted to the Bar. The deciding factor, according to the Holy Spook, was the announcement by the lovely Earthing “General Nuisance” that she was to tattoo an image of the Flying Spaghetti Monster on her left boobie.
Said Jebuz “I really have the hots for that chick, but she doesn’t even know I exist” Sniff sniff.
The Great Poo said “It’s about time the those pesky insects on that woebegone chunk of depressed galactic real estate acknowledge the works of FSM, he has killed enough of Mr. Schodinger’s cats to have woke them up.”
Zeus was beside himself. “I can hardly wait for that luscious buxom babe to get that tattoo. I’m going to commission an oil panting of her reclining nude on a red velvet lounge, and hang it above the bar.”
The Flying Spaghetti Monster was unavailable for comment.
I was listening to my Martian subspace amplitude modulator in the direction of the Pleiades, and intercepted this message:
transcript:
Crackle, fiszit, whistle, crack crack, Da-da-dit-da dit-dit-dit- da!
“This is the Pleiades!” (Heraldic music)
(Skipping the boring topics)
“In other news, the patrons of Zeus’s God Bar announced today that they have determined that His Holiness the Flying Spaghetti Monster now has enough followers to be admitted to the Bar. The deciding factor, according to the Holy Spook, was the announcement by the lovely Earthing “General Nuisance” that she was to tattoo an image of the Flying Spaghetti Monster on her left boobie.
Said Jebuz “I really have the hots for that chick, but she doesn’t even know I exist” Sniff sniff.
The Great Poo said “It’s about time the those pesky insects on that woebegone chunk of depressed galactic real estate acknowledge the works of FSM, he has killed enough of Mr. Schodinger’s cats to have woke them up.”
Zeus was beside himself. “I can hardly wait for that luscious buxom babe to get that tattoo. I’m going to commission an oil panting of her reclining nude on a red velvet lounge, and hang it above the bar.”
The Flying Spaghetti Monster was unavailable for comment.