Pastacal’s wager.
I wont believe in FSM unless he personally appears to me and presents me with a Teapot that can verified scientifically to have been exposed to radiation effects only possible from extended duration in a close Solar orbit.
Stripper poles and beer are undeniable proof of his noodliness. Have faith, and by that I mean believe everything I say without evidence.
I will pray for your disbelief and hope his noodly appendages will one day open your eyes
I ask only that his grace fill my empty cup, fill my mortal soul with his divine marinara sauce, for I am a penitent man wronged, an honorable man falsely besmirched, and a faithful lover of too many a woman later to fall into accursed witchcraft, madness and debauchery.
I ask only for some tangible morsel of proof.
Some… tasty meal, for my impoverished stomach.
What’s to gain?
Shit this applies to all of them, doesn’t it?
Sorry I’m keeping up that Faith In “Bob!” That’s right, the big F.I.B. He’s the saint of sales and one true living slack master after all.
The only FSM i know are Finite State Machines
Ramen!
I don’t particrlarly care for spaghetti, so I’m in the Church of Bacon. The CoB not only recognizes FSM, but also his recognizes and respects his existence and his followers.
Down with monotheism.
That’s fine, because FSM doesn’t even require you to believe or follow their beliefs in order to associate with them.
PBUH (pasta be upon him)