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.