Charles The Shrub Living, Drug Dealing Wizard

  Well hello again everyone! Coming live from the famed home of the "largest collection of rolling pins in the World", it's Elder McMullin! As always, if you'd like to send me a shrubbery or a spare tire, I will happily accept it and get back to ya! Anyways, without further ado, here we go!
   This week's work has been eventful. We got 6 new people again, but only a handful of lessons and none of them came to church. But! We had some solid contacts with a lady in the projects who kept one of our pass-along cards, and a free baptism that fell from the sky yesterday. Brother Burnette, the Rizz king of Elizabeth city, is getting married for the third time and his fiancee wants the lessons- all before December 14th. So- pray for us and pray for her that we can commit to the bit and get her dunked. 
    In other news, I have contracted the plague. Tuesday I had a wee Lil sniffle. This was only exacerbated by moving a crap ton of heavy and mildly dusty stuff out of an inactive's house. So, we've been stuck in a revolving door of snot, coughs, sneezes, and a sour throat. Despite these minor setbacks, I am using the Adam approach and just ignoring The Sick until it goes away or I give up the ghost. Whichever works. 
   To explain the title line, we have run into our old friend Charles again. The circumstances were rather strange, though. You see, we were walking down the street and we mentioned how we hadn't seen him in a while. Then, and I kid you not, CHARLES EMERGES ON CUE FROM A BUSH. It was almost choreographed as he busted out from the foliage in front of us, shakes off the spare leaves, and gives us a nonchalant hello. Immediately after that, he starts taking about a hymn he wrote and wants in our hymn book, and how our choir needs more "swaying". After parting ways, we checked his magical bush, and found a grocery bag. When we checked later, it was gone, so it is very possible we interrupted a Dead Drop of something (probably illegal). And, when I was foolish enough to mention his name, he once again appeared and came to church. All in all, I realized I have a "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice" power over Charles, and if I dare mention his name in public he appears to us. On the bright side, with this newfound power maybe we'll teach our favorite bush wizard drug mule. Who knows.
   Anyways, hope yall have a great rest of yalls weeks, and hope to talk to y'all soon!

From your favorite infected evangelize,

Elder McMullin

Photos!

1: things DO go better with Coke, I can bear testament.

2: Just a little black mold. No biggie.

3: "and the field is white, and ready to harvest"

4: this place was actually bussin.

5: Moving whilst infected and dragging cement bags is not to be recommended.

6: Look at this handsome Lil man.





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