More from Ben and a Pastafarian offering

Ben stormed off to his room, angry at Steve and I.  Soon we heard singing.  It was a looong and loose song and by the time I managed to get pen and paper to hand it was already slipping away, but part of it went a little something like this, sing along once you get the idea:

Bullets and bombs...they are a bad thing.
Guns and shooting...they are a bad thiiiing.
Bombs and bullets...they are a bad thiiing... (repeat for a while, with other "bad things" that you really, really love)
Somebody faaarted, and it was baaad.
It was Saturday niiiight
oh yeah
Or maybe noooot.
And I need to go to the baaaathroom
So so long for now...
(and he dashes into the bathroom, closes the door and sings unintelligibly for a bit.)

I'm pretty sure that was a Dead Kennedy's song.

In other news, inspired by a fellow Pastafarian, I've made Steve and I Flying Spaghetti Monster pins for our 12th anniversary.

I feel so Blessed by His Noodly Appendage to have the mad skillz needed to produce this work of Sacred Art.
Ramen.