pyoor_excuse | Door to Dormons

I was working in the yard today with a cold cider when two Mormons rang the doorbell. I opened the door, raised my deliciously boozy drink, and told them I didn’t think they’d get very far.

I really though I’d earned myself a reprieve by being so weird last time. What’s a girl got to do to get…

My flatmate when I was at Uni (the first time) was an atheist geneticist. He used to invite Jehova’s Witnesses in, seat them in the far corner of the kitchen, ply them with tea, then gleefully try and completely destroy their faith.

These days as someone who works nights, I look back and think they deserve it.

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