Had a Mormon come to the door once at the exact time i'd managed to gash my leg open with a knife (don't ask). I politely said "sorry, i'm busy" to which he replied "I'm a doctor!", fetched out my first aid kit and fixed me up good and proper -- really nice chap, too.
From that day on I've always invited Mormons in for a cuppa and a bit of cake and a natter about Mormonism.
From that day on I've always invited Mormons in for a cuppa and a bit of cake and a natter about Mormonism.
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