squinney wrote:Or, the Mormons. That'd be a rough way to go. (shiver)
We are scared of NOTHING. Not those rough and ready guys, oh how they can Mormonize.
Hell, on the way home, we chose the Donner Trail and ate ribs at every roadside diner. Yum.
In Monument Valley, I peed Mexican beer on an outcropping of igneous rock used as a backdrop for a John Wayne scene (Stagecoach) while singing the Canadian anthem (in French).
I joined an evangelical tour surveying the 6000 year old Grand Canyon and confided to the gathered that His works so deeply moved me that I think I was getting a boner.
At every rest stop washroom from Galveston to Portland, I just walked right in and sat down EVEN WHILE KNOWING THERE MIGHT BE A REPUBLICAN SENATOR INSIDE!