Two young Mormons found themselves on my doorstep last Thursday night. I kept their company long enough JUST so I could ask them if they were planning to vote for Mitt Romney.
“We’re not here to make a political statement.”
Through their visit, I found out that Mormons believe Jesus visited the Native Americans.
Since the Mormons’ visit, I’ve done a little research. Did YOU know Mormons wear magic underwear?
The Mormons told me they were going to pay me another visit tomorrow night at 7 to review their Bible with me. I have yet to decide if I’ll turn out the lights and hide under the covers, or if I’ll ask them to show me their Harry Potter panties. Suggestions?
They offered to help make me spaghetti the last time they came around. I almost let them cook for me, then I realized they were BATSHIT CRAZY and told them to leave my stairwell. Ah, memories. Great video, by the way.