The Church of Routemasters

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There are too many churches now. Be with Garlic, Rubber Ducks, Mustard, or BBQ Sauce. And don't try to resurrect the ancient Wasabi faith. After killing them in such a strange and violent manner, I want them to stay dead.

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Oh, let Pie-ism stay pleeeaaassseee. *whimpers + puppy eyes*

Okay, but only because Black Mage threatened to Hadoken my video games if I didn't.

Thankyou
Thankyou
Thankyou
Thankyou
Thankyou

Really grateful.

I owe you one.

But like was mentionied in the other thread, by staying with your religion you are only confirming that you will be destroyed in the Garlic rapture. War may not exist between us, but you are still heretics. consider merging with us, and accepting that Pie may be a worthy being, but NONE are more worthy than GARLIC. NONE! Garlic is the ULTIMATE deity.

RM 1 SSS Ding! Ding!

I'll support this church, but not join it. I have a soft spot for all things British....

Since this Church does'nt compete with Pastafarianism, The Great Flying Spaghetti Monster Approves.

Flying Spaghetti Monster Bless you all!! !

Hello me Old China

Have you seen the 1960's British "comedy" series On The Buses. Its getting re-runs here on TV. Makes me think of you when it comes on.

http://www.onthebusesfanclub.co.uk/

I'll join up.
Perhaps, instead of latin, we can use Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?
Just a thought.
Translation of Weavers' Chair pendin'.

The Prayer of Buses

My Great Lord
I pray that my Buses are saved
From the Sin of Villian Livingstone
I pray, Great Lord
That you breed life
Back into the Angels of Buses
Also known as Routemasters
Grant me the return of my
Favourite Double Decker Buses
And I will pay you back
By being Pure

Amen!


becomes:


The Weavers' Chair of buses my mother's pearly gate lord i pray that me buses 're saved from the sin of villian livingstone i pray, mother's pearly gate lord that ya breed Porridge Knife back into the angels of buses also knahn as routemasters grant me the return of me favourite double decker buses and I will pay ya Hammer and Tack by bein' pure amen!

The great tentacled master of doom has no need for buses! For anywhere he wishs to be, he is already there. For he is everywhere. From the shadows of ruined citidals, to babies that are crying because some cad has stollen their candy.

Even in our minds lurks Great Squiggy, as he encourages mankind to burn itself, so that he may have a great barbeque upon his return (this is of course a metaphor, anyway in which we destroy ourselves is sufficent for Squiggy, and will make us 'tasty' to him. What that means exactly is unclear, the messages he sends me are very vague and confusing)

Squiggy shall rip apart said routemasters and shake and jiggle them so that greasy meat will fall into it's gaping maw and be torn apart by his many sharp pointy teeth!

I'll join this church. But do I have to stay pure?