And so I bring you the religion of the week! Yes, Esther’s song of the week did need a spinoff. My new favorite of the godly sort is Frisbeetarianism. When you die, your soul goes up onto the roof and you can’t get it down. Then someone comes with a ladder and collects all the souls. You either go up to the ultimate game in the sky or get cracked and later burned. Case in point: children, be good or you will be crushed on a roof and lit on fire. But really, what’s a better thing to strive for than an eternal game of ultimate? Come on, it would be the ultimate paradise!
Honorable mention: I really want a FSM noodley appendage for my car. I think it would complement the Sushi fish quite nicely.
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