Just now my father had to get up, walk away from his computer, and count to ten very slowly
"We should invite the new neighbors over for a drink."
"Sure, but how do you know they aren't Mormon?"
"I don't know, I just got this feeling. They didn't read Mormon."
"What does that mean? DIDN'T READ MORMON."
"Maybe it was the horns poking out of their foreheads."
"Did they have Wiccan talismans hanging from their necks?"
"No, but one of them had two piercings in one ear."
"Two?"
"Two."
"IN ONE EAR?"
"You heard me."
"Dude, you know what that means. We invite them over for drinks and two weeks later someone is going to discover our headless bodies shoved inside the dumpster behind Denny's."
"You're right. I just felt The Spirit leave this conversation. That can't be a good sign."
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