First off, you have to check out the Flying Spagetti Monster . . . or rather The Church of The Flying Spagetti Monster. I'm seriously thinking about joining because I always wanted to be a pirate. Being a pirate is definitely something I can believe in, because "pirates . . . they're not trustworthy".
Second, whatever came out of my head this morning looked like an alien baby when I spit it onto the pavement. I have to get rid of this pestilence . . . I'm beginning to think I have mono or something. And if you see a bright chartreuse alien baby in the parking lot at work, don't step on it . . . it's mine (and it may eat you alive).
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