A few minutes ago, as I was trying to escape the cold windy weather and get back to my 80 degree apartment, two large Australian men stopped me, said hello, and asked if I knew who they were. Since they were both in suits and parkas standing outside an LDS church wearing name tags that said
missionary, I had a pretty good idea. I quickly told them I wasn't interested--fuck, didn't they watch the Super Bowl--and began to walk away. Before I walked away, the great-grandson-of-an-Irish-convict angrily asked me why I wasn't interested. I paused, bewildered by such intrusive jackassery, then said, "it's summertime in Australia and you're doing missionary work in Winnipeg--in the winter! Clearly, there's no god."
Why are there a dozen churches within three blocks of my apartment?
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:piss2