The next time Mormons come around to drop leaflets and pray for my immortal soul it might be polite to put the empty box of assault rifle rounds and my copy of The Call of Cthulhu somewhere less visible than the kitchen table. Oh, well. At least they didn't get to pore over
...yep, I say, save that treatment for the Jehovah's Witnesses. Mormons can actually be nice and polite sometimes. ;)
(The beginning of the entry is a story beyond hilarious, but requires mad l33t language skillz in Finnish.)