Agent Smith James Has Made A Horrible Mistake

  Hello once again, my fine friends! Coming live from where the mighty Pasquotank river hits the Great Dismal Swamp, it's Elder McMullin! As always, if yall would like to send me any artisan chocolates or knockoff lego figures, please do and I will happily accept. But, without further ado, here we go!

  The work this week was good but slow. We found Ivan on Sunday (but counted him on Monday because I was NOT about to go and re-report KIs), and then hit a dirge the rest of the week. We did have an exchange on Thursday though, meaning a trip to ECSU and 3 more new people. Seriously, it's like shooting angsty fish in a barrel. Lessons did keep falling through, which sucked, but we did get in like 84% of a resto when the lady hung up on us, and 60% of a Plan of Salvation. Unfortunately, neither came to church- but that's what we have Dan and Pao for, I guess.
   The fact that they didn't show up was especially irksome, as I happened to be entertainment on Sunday as the first speaker! My assigned topic was "The Book of Mormon ", so I could basically do whatever I wanted. I settled for an analogy, comparing the 4 mediums the BOM has been in (engraved on plates, scrawled on paper, printed, and digitized) to lessons the BOM can teach us. I won't give you the whole nine yards here, but both the Bishop and the counselors sought me out to shake my hand afterwards- an unqualified success in my books! Beyond that, it's just been the usual of finding dead cats in TJ Maxx parking lots, climbing into trash cans to compress them because we forgot garbage day, and visiting dots 40 min away only to get swarmed by the largest mosquitos I have ever seen. 
   To explain the title line, I have had yet another pet project this week. You see, the Currituck SIM (of which I am the proud owner) gets bombed like Dresden by spam calls, because some sister heard a talk where the speaker converted a scammer. Thus, she proceeded to sign up for every. Single. Callbot in hopes of repeating the event. This all cumulated in a message from Agent Smith James GCHFR. He promised me my federal grant money was on the way, as long as I payed $550 dollars for shipping. Because I get more spam than a Hawaiian, I decided to have a little fun with this one. We start a war over Facebook messenger where he tries to get me to pay, and I hurl an oddball request at him to see just how far he'll go. Right now, he has to deliver the package to my red ASTRO van in Costa Rica, with the prize money consisting of only $2 bills, in a box big enough for my cat (Sire Bloomsdale Flutternutter III). He has yet go get back to me. 

Anyways, I hope yall are having a fantastic week, and I look forward to seeing you all again soon!

From your favorite scammer spammer,

Elder McMullin

Photos!

1: a snippet of this delightful conversation. I will make Agent Smith block me or die trying.

2: we got a little creative decorating our tree this year...

3: HAHAHAH! I HAVE CONQUERED YOU, CHILDHOOD CARTOONS WHERE THEY BUILD A CARD HOUSE! HUZZAH!

4: Some members have a beagle, and no I have a beagle's worth of hair on my pants.

5: A winner?! Me?!

6: Poor Elder Griffiths lost the District game of Magic and had to sleep with The Bear.

7: I learned that Currituck BNQ does $2 Pork sandwiches on Tuesday, and I might now have a mild addiction.

8: The Martin Luther King Jr Nature walk, sans nature. I just love this town.







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