A question.

[Squish the Pirate]

Recently me and my friend, Sarb the Mighty, have been wondering of FSM Hell.
Sure we know of the stail beer, and old STD ridden strippers, but what of it's ruler?
OUR 'satan', if you will, (if our wholesome religeon even has one [RAmen]) was breifly announced in his noodleliness' Gospel.

But Sarb the Mighty and I wonder, does he have a face? or many or none?

Is it a black, anti-pasta? (found on many menu's in any restaurant)
Or simply a strange food item? (like califlower, or refried bean paste)
Or is it a Slot machine, labeled "from LAS VEGAS" in big letters, with a pile of feces on it?

Please enlighten us!

-Jenna the Brave & Sarb the Mighty

RAmen!

Please email me your thoughts on this!

[email protected]

[St John the Blasphemist]

As you should know by now, FSM hell doesn't exist. The sinners merely get crappy dishpig & other sanitary duties until they repent their evil ways.

The ruler of the dishpigs will more than likely take on the form of Gerhardt--the chef from this place I used to work at (which shall go nameless because they don't sponsor us).

Just picture a fat Austrian guy (no offence to Austrians, but just imagine the following lines with the accent) who, when you ask if your meals are ready, says "VAT DA F*CK ARE YOU DOING IN MY KITCHEN? GET DA F*CK OUTTA MY KITCHEN!! I'LL TELL YOU WHEN YOUR F*CKING MEALS ARE READY!!

Then you come back in 10 minutes later & he says "VERE DA F*CK HAVE YOU BEEN? I'VE HAD YOUR MEALS HERE FOR F*CKING AGES!! NOW F*CKING TAKE THEM AND GET DA F*CK OUTTA MY KITCHEN!!"

I have plenty more stories about him, but you get the picture.

St John the Blasphemist
Saint of Obnoxious Bastard Chefs