At the University of Cambridge, Cambridge, England, I have been accosted by mormons in black suits and ties on no fewer than six separate occasions. They also wore black trench coats and had immaculate side partings. I once asked one of them why they wore such clothes, because a number of my colleagues had voiced concerns that they looked rather like agents of the gestapo. Their response was that the Holy Spirit is clean so one should always try to maintain a state of cleanliness when doing the Lord's work. At which point, I pointed to the Mormon's shoe and offered him a moist tow'lette. He looked down and to his horror discovered that he had been standing in the bountiful remains of an upturned nappy throughout the entire conversation.

Not really. That last bit was a lie. But that would have been pretty damn smooth, don't you think?

*giggles* Interesting. Yet I like the flow of it, and all, So I give it a -10- ;) Granted I dunno what a mormon is but yeah... :-\ blonde moment! lol, just messing :P Good Poem Blind =)

I had pet Mormons over the summer. They were adorable like Golden Retrievers. I taught them about Discordia and S&M. They left as better people.

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