Due to a series of recent events I have come to a shocking conclusion.
Premise 1:
In the shower I noticed that when my hair is wet it looks an awful lot like Rotini Noodles...
Premise 2:
While looking through my toddler archives I found this picture that I drew when I was four...
Strikingly similar to this:
Don't you think?
Conclusion:
I am a prophet of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. I am come upon this Earth to spread the holy word of his noodliness, to save those who fall into the grips of false religions and prophets. I am Callif, bearer of the mark of the spaghetti, bringer of the divine word. rAmen.
Please donate to the new bringer of the noodly word! Checks can be made out to "The Callif"
