Letter #26

Not much to report. Carnaval was this week (actually it's still going on) so we've been kept in doors and in members' houses for most of the week.

But, Friday we went to the chapel to help clean and oh boy.
Cloves, 4´9" and balding, is in charge of cleaning the chapel, we're helping out...
We reach the upstairs womens bathroom. I start to head in to clean it (b/c I've never seen the inside of a girl's bathroom before, obviously) when he puts a hand on my shoulder and is all like,
Cloves-Elder, be careful, it's not what you think it will be
Me-What?
Cloves- Three stalls, three unflushed lamanites
Me- How would you know?
Cloves- Sister Eleni, Sister Cleide, Sister Patrícia
Me- Okay, I'll leave this one to my companion
Cloves- No, he's new, let's be gentle, we'll take it together.
So we enter, two men (well, half a man and a half-sized man) together, conquering the unknown
What a stanch, oh my I have not smelt a smell of such potency since sout camp
Sure enough, three bowls, three brown deserts, chocolate twinkie, double chocolate cupcake, and triple chocolate mud-pie

That's about all I can stomach to flush into this email, but we're off to work.

Love you all,


Elder If You Fart and Follow Through, Have Respect and Flush the Loo