The ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Flying Spaghetti Monster

Our Pasta,Who Art In A Colander, Draining Be Your Noodles, Thy Noodle Come, Thy Sauce Be Yum, On Top Some Grated Parmeasn.

Give Us This Day Our Garlic Bread, And Forgive Us Our Indulgences, As We Forgive Those Who Make Reality TV.

And Lead Us Not Into Vegetarianism, But Deliver Us Some Pizza, For Thine Is The Meatball, The Noodle, And The Sauce, And Ever.
RAmen.