People are strange, in pasta strainers...

"I am sick and tired of hearing about all of the radicals, and the perverts, and the liberals, and the leftists and the communists coming out of the clawsits. It's time for His Noodleyness's people to come out of the clawsits, out of McDonalds and into Bella Pasta. We must do it." 

- The Shamanistic Spaghetti "Cheese, It Loves A Moussaka" 

Remember that Austrian bloke who had his driving licence taken with a sieve on his head?

 Austrian driver allowed 'pastafarian' headgear photo

Well, now the Czech Republic have been forced to allow a bloke to wear a sieve on his bonce for his official Government ID!

‘Pastafarian’ Man Wins Religious Liberty Battle To Wear A Pasta Strainer On His Government ID Card

Seeing as I'd better start looking for a job soon, perhaps I'll get a job with British Airways. After all, they tormented that crazy ass loon who insisted on wearing a false idol of Christ being tortured around her neck, and they got done for religious discrimination! 

Which means I could turn up to work sporting a sieve on me bonce, and they couldn't do a thing about it!

Mwah ha ha ha ha!

Oh... wait... a sieve over me barnet? Why, that would play holy havoc with me cranial forestry!

Ooooh... new job? Well, I can apply to be ordained into The Church of The Flying Spaghetti Monster! Xym The Carbonara Cleric! A Pasta Priest (as opposed to them there pædo priests! A pastafarian minister of meatballs! A Cannelloni Cardinal! A Pasta Pastor! 

Hear my latin benediction of blessing:

Nom Tortellini

et Linguini

et Spaghetti Siracusani

(et right up and into mah belly!)

I'm pretty sure that if you're in a religious order, you get tons of tax frauds evasions avoidance benefits or something. 

Who is it wot pays them Church Of England Pædos? Is it the Government or the VAT on a can? Or do I have to become one of them Televangelists you see on American telly, begging for money to buy yachts and hookers. 

YES! 

Get on that Mouseturd TV, rename Anglia Telly as Tagliatelli, and begin my ravioli reign!

Step One: Become Ordained as a Pastafarian Minister

So, who wants Xym to officiate at their wedding then? Bridezilla can walk in to the following hymnal:

♪ On top of spaghetti  all covered with cheese

I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed.

It rolled off the table and on to the floor

And then my poor meatball rolled out of the door.

It rolled in the garden and under a bush

And then my poor meatball was nothing but mush

The mush was as tasty, as tasty could be

And then the next summer it grew into a tree

The tree was all covered, all covered with moss

And on it grew meatballs and tomato sauce.

So if you eat spaghetti all covered with cheese

Hold on to your meatballs whenever you sneeze. ♫