And it came to pass that in the early days of the midgits that his Holy Noodleness decided to visit his disciples on earth. He went to the home of Pasta, Italy and came across Luigi’s Spaghetti Shop, where he hoped to find his early followers. Unfortunately there were only 3 people in the shop. They were very sad.
“What is wrong?” Asked his Holy Noodleness.
“Luigi has died. He will never cook us pasta again,” replied a man.
His Holy Noodleness asked where Luigi’s body was being kept. He was told it was in his house, just down the street.
On reaching the house his Holy Noodleness went in and found Luigi lying on a table, wrapped in a blanket with a candle burning at his head. His wife stood crying, holding Luigi’s cold hand.
“Get me two noodles,” ordered his Holy Noodleness. When he received the noodles he broke one in half and laid one half across Luig’s eyes and the other half above his heart. He then looked up and cried: “Arghaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaag.”
Luigi’s eyes opened and after a few seconds he sat up. He looked around him and cried: “I am alive and yet I was dead!”
“Master,” said Luigi, “you have saved me. I will follow you till I die – again.”
“No,” said his Holy Noodleness. “You will stay here and cook the best pasta in the world. You will convert all people to my menu and your name will be revered.”
And so it came to pass that Luigi lived for many years and converted many people to Pastafarianism. He died at the age of 75 of obesity and alcoholic poisoning.
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