When we left our roommates home, in whose basement we resided, we left a few hundred business cards with our family picture on it all over their house. In the sugar, in the cereal box, in the night stand, in the fireplace, all over. Pretty sure they will be finding those till they move.
A few weeks ago I started noticing a bunch of mail showing up for Losiah Whittaker.
As of yesterday the stack of fundraising mail was over a foot high.
Tonight, the culmination, a trio of Mormon missionaries show up with a Bible that Losiah Whittaker has ordered and ask to speak with him.
30 minutes later, they are gone.
Rule number one.
Never mess with a former youth pastor.
They know better pranks than you.
They will be back Wednesday night.
And be sure Billy will be with me.