Our Origin
The Church of the Waphfle was born not of flour and egg, but of fire, reflection, and a shared understanding that life is both ridiculous and sacred.
The Sacred Day of Keister
It is said that on the Day of Keister, one of the founding ministers of the Waphfle passed from this world... and then pinked up and returned. Some call it resurrection. Others call it indigestion.
Witnesses still speak of the blood-curdling dirge of his companion — a sound so moving, so confusing, it burned into the hearts of all who heard it. Except for the founder himself and his fellow journeyman, who were meditating so deeply they transcended time, space, and auditory memory.
To this day, the event is honored with waffles, weirdness, and a moment of complete silence (sometimes filled with giggles).