Mormons.

You know the type.  They ride around on bikes or in cars in groups of 2 – 4 wearing white button up shirts and dress slacks.  Well.  Two of them came to my door.  Scaring Mormons is so damn fun.

When I opened the door, I was wearing this shirt…

  And by the time they left, which they didn’t stay long, I assume I did a nice job of scaring the crap out of them.  I had on my eyeliner, dark eye shadow, and hair extensions.  They caught me as I was trying out a hairstyle.

  They just kind of looked at each other and then at me and then at each other again.  They looked about 19 – 20 years old.  They stated they would come back later.  They never knocked again.

  Later as I was walking out to go next door and wash some laundry, I found a card on my storm door for the Book of Mormon.  It made me laugh, but the picture on the front was awesome.

  Do not worry, I won’t join up because of a picture.  Scaring people is so fun.  Why did I ever stop trying?  Oh yeah.  The people I use to hang out with.

  God I love me some In Flames.