Preaching

I've recently discovered religion, and found inner peace and all that. The best part is, the religion is totally compatible with my pastamancical trainings, which taught a form of pasta-based mysticism. That's right, I've converted to Flying Spaghetti Monsterism. The website is an open letter sent to some school board in some out-of-the-way place called Kansas (kan-SAW). I've never heard of it. There's a pretty graph too, and there is no getting around that it shows nothing but facts, and who can argue with pirates, anyway?

So yeah. I've been doing nothing again. Just can't get enough of that sweet, sweet nuthin'. Peaking. Buying plot holes. To prepare for another sorceress-attack, see. I hope I win. I want to be a hero. Nobody seems to appreciate my litter-cleaning efforts in the nearby plains, or my cyrpt-cleansing efforts in the...cyrpt. Bet you didn't see that one coming, eh? Heh, heh, I am teh funny.

Booyah!

Yeah, I'm black. What is it, though, with me always commenting on the title of my post at the beginning of a post? Do I have no creative talent so I have to make up for it by sticking in as much filler as possible or something? Well, 100% of my readers (how many is that? Me? That sounds about right) would say otherwise, but from what I've seen of those readers (still me - you need to remember this bit to get the upcoming joke), the crowd I attract here doesn't seem to have much in the way of brains or taste. Might I just add, in case any of my readers misunderstood, that I am not really black. That was just in reference to the title.

The reason for such willy-nilly booyah-ing is the onset of a strategy for beating that consarned Sorceress. Plot holes. I hear they work great. I'll try them, when I have some time.

Without the title-commenting part, that post had plenty of substance, right? I don't need filler, right? Right?