sorry this Thursday post is late, i will make it up later this weekend with a bonus post.
Their once was a farmer who lived in the hajjic lands of Idaho. He lived with his family; a wife, two dogs and a child. He was of course a farmer of thy holy tuber.
Every day the farmer went out to his crop which Cornelius had blessed upon him. He toiled as he should to grow and to suckle the holy tuber into a big meaty spud. Many spuds had he, he had a barnfull of potatoes, about the volume of 843.2 buckets of potatoes, which gave him and his family sustenance in the winter months.
Cursed is he who does not give proper alms for his harvest and thus it was as the farmer watched his tater pile grow, his soul darkened with spudlust and give alms he did not. Thus it was that the farmer spiraled into madness and was crushed by potatoes by the wrath of cornelius spud. Blessed be his name
PRAISE CORNELIUS. PRAISE THE POTATO. PRAISE THE ALL-FATHER.
Your blog is literally my favorite. I look forward to reading it because its really funny. I want join your religion of spudtism. Can I please?
ReplyDeletei do not have any holy water today but i can otherwise perform a spudtism any time
DeleteI think I'm going to start considering myself part of this religion. How often do you meet for prayer?
ReplyDeletein this religion we practice freedom of prayer so please pray whenever and wherever you feel the lord compels you!!!!!
DeleteAs a member of this Holy Congregation, I see that the words of our holy All-Father Cornelius Spud hast touched greatly the hearts of all those who seek thine Holy Tuber, praised be him who resides within the Supdlands. Praise Cornelius, Praise the Potato, Praise the All Father.
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