Posted by:
Raptor Jesus
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Date: October 02, 2015 01:31AM
And I have so much to do to prepare. I have to get groomed, I need to shop for provisions, and get lots of booze.
It's important to be well stocked so that I don't have to leave the house for long on Saturday or Sunday. Because there are lots of super important messages that I need to hear from the church, and their leaders and those women who think they are in charge of certain things.
Last week, I set my DVR. I don't have Friday off even though I live and work in Utah and Conference Eve should be a state holiday.
Perhaps at work, I'll plan out the meals I'll cook this weekend. Maybe I'll make President Monson Manwiches with a side of Bednar Pickles, and a tall glass of Eyring's tears. Then for dessert I'll just watch Uchtdorf.
This conference is extra exciting because three apostles were martyred just within the last few months. While they weren't murdered terribly like the first apostles, they did die for their beliefs. And just like what Jesus did after his first apostles died, he called a bunch of other old white dudes to carry out his church and business ventures.
I've been preparing super extra hard for this conference. I know I haven't been very good about keeping the sabbath day holy lately what with all the day drinking, watching sporty sports, and saying tinkle words with my mouth hole. But I have been reading my scriptures lately, and I also watched the Women's General Session of promises of eventual happiness if you please, please, please, pretty, please stay in the church.
I have also been inviting the spirit back into my home with nostalgic video games, and new metal albums. And I even let the missionaries in to tell me stupid things.
So, please, please, please, pretty please, Conference Santa, grant me this one wish for Conference Season.
Let one of your humble servants have a complete meltdown at the podium. Maybe I'll come back to the church if a general authority starts shouting and sobbing and then shouting again at all of us like that one GA at my relative's funeral.
That was fun. I would very much like Holland to do that thing that Boss Nass does where he shakes his cheeks and spit goes everywhere before he condemns all of us to hell while screaming that he "KNOWS CHRIST LIVES!"
Thank you, Conference Santa. I will leave a plate of cookies and whiskey out for you.