Brokeback Mormon II: The Return

For some reason, I see the same three Mormon missionaries everywhere I go. It's not just that all Mormon missionaries look the same either. It's the same three guys. I go to Target, and they're there already. I drive the to the university, and I pass them on the road. I saw them in the library too: they charged toward me, the light of Nephi burning in their Salt Lake Eyes. It turned out that they just wanted to use the computer directly in front of me, but if you've ever been charged by three crazed members of the Lost Tribe of Israel, then you know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, in celebration of the fact that I seem to be mystically connected to these three guys, here's a little background on our friends from the Beehive State. My hat is off to you, Matt and Trey. Verily I say unto you: you are doing the Lord's work.