“Our pasta, who art in a colander,
Draining be your noodles.
Thy noodle come,
Thy sauce be yum,
On top some grated Parmesan.
Give us this day our garlic bread,
And forgive us our trespasses,
As we forgive those who trample on our lawns.
And lead us not into vegetarianism,
But deliver us some pizza,
For thine is the meatball, the noodle, and the sauce,
Forever and ever.
Ramen.”
Ramen.
Ramen.
It’s been a while since I posted some new music but this is pretty fucking epic so should serve as a half-decent apology.
Crank up the bass,
Mucho love-o
x
Doubtless, I do declare thee the soundtrack to my life
Had it on repeat for over a month now
It’s almost too good to share
Rest In Beats Jun Seba
The holy one that is the Flying Spaghetti Monster always tells me to put ketchup on my fries and condoms on my willy. I always do what he says cos I love Him and He is real. Jehova is mean and nasty cos he doesn’t like women and gays but FSM is sexy cos he is meatballs :)
