Frisbeetarianism is the belief that
when you die, your soul goes
up on the roof and gets stuck.
It’s one thing to believe that you just bit into a hot slice of pizza and now a sticky glob of sizzling mozzarella is scalding the roof of your mouth, it’s another thing to believe that a jolly fat man is being flown around by a team of reindeer to slide down the chimneys of all the well-behaved children in the world to hand out free toys made by mostly non-Asian elves.
