Eaten by the spiritual crocodiles
- The trouble with Mormans is that the're like Pacino in Godfather 3. You try to get out, they pull you back in. Got this t-total (and very engaged-to-be-wed) morman good girl drunk and twisted to the point she uttered the immortal line 'I can't go home I might fuck my mom'. How we love that one to this day. Anyway I helped her get over practically every hang-up it's conceivable to have and used the Homer Simpson program to get her living in the impulse zone. Performed public oral sex. Fiancee fell by the wayside.
Some superb nookie followed and there was much rejoicing. We went to our seperate uni's and I was moderately worried that she would go wild and leave me for some crazy uni loon - what I wasn't expecting is that the f*ckin Morman rescue squad would FOLLOW HER and turn up at her doorstep EVERY FECKIN DAY and slowly undo all the excellent work I'd put in.
So in the end I was dumped for God.
And it's happenned again since then.
Do you think He's trying to tell me something?

/postscript - she went on to marry original fiancee man. Strangely my wedding invitation was lost in the post.. ;)
(lemonymillenniumbaboon, Fri 18 Jun 2004, 12:44, Reply)