No Thanks

A couple of kids, Mormon missionaries, just rang the doorbell.

I gave them the "we're gay Satanists" story. That's fun to do. The quiet ginger in the back looked like he was horrified. I think he bought it.

Oh.. one other thing..

Being a Mormon missionary is Texas takes Texas sized balls. They do NOT play that shit here. Those boys need to be sent to less hostile environments.. say.. Syria or some shit.

I also need to hone my story a little better.. and give them a parting piece of advice.. about not letting anyone tell you who you are or what to believe.

Or, I could taunt them about the aliens that abducted everyone's soul and dumped them off in a volcano, or about the planet they'll become the god of when they die. Hmmm.