I was driving with my nevermo girlfriend. I told her, "do me a favor and flip those dudes off at the light."

She did.

She asked me later how I reacted to random people flipping me off for no apparent reason when I was a missionary. I told her I rejoiced in persecution.

Good that you kept your hands on the wheel for safety sake.

I always forget the power of flipping off and using the f-word until it's too late. My husband said if I'd practice, it would come more natually.

I always feel bad for the poor guys. Brainwashed AND no action for two years straight? Sometimes I get a strong urge to flash them.

Turns out 19 yr old guys feel the burning a little lower than the bosom sometimes.

Good one! LOL!

While on my mission I was having some pain below. I spoke with the mission doctor who said "this is normal for a 20yr old male who isn't sexually active and doesn’t mb. It should take care of itself in a dream soon."

Sure enough, the next day a lovely lady invited us in and was not bashful about expressing her attraction to a couple attractive young men going door to door trying to "help" people. It doesn't take much to excite a guy after a year and half without so much as a hug from a female.

Needless to say, my pain worked itself out in a dream that night, twice the next day during my afternoon nap, and again the following night. It all ended with an embarrassing trip to the dry cleaners.

The moral of the story is... you will definitely be helping some poor young lad by following your urge.

>>>>>I always feel bad for the poor guys. Brainwashed AND no action for two years straight? Sometimes I get a strong urge to flash them.<<<<<


Do it! If you think about it it's a win-win situation. Those poor schlubs get to see some (i'm assuming) nice boobs, and you never have to worry about them trying to preach to you.

"And the Spirrut prompted the hottie in the car next to us to flash her boobs because the Gospel is TRUE!!"

Nicholas Pileggi in his book "Casino" describes an incident where someone "flipped off" someone else in traffic in Chicago. The recipient turned out to be a mob boss. A little later, a couple of large gentlemen called on the perpetrator and let's just say he won't be using that finger again. If the "flippee" were an undercover cop or someone prone to road rage, the consequences might be less terrible but still serious.
But as far as Mormon missionaries go, I saw them occasionally in Covina, CA in 2001-2 when I was out bicycling myself. It reminded me of the time I was proselytized in Memphis in 1979 and got me interested in Mormonism again and that's how I found this board--so I guess that's a happy outcome. Today in the Dallas area I see them occasionally, but they haven't knocked on the door yet. When they do, I plan to invite them in. No way am I going to convert, but from several years of lurking here, I can appreciate they have a tough enough time of it.
On the other hand, I often thought about saluting them military-style, and/or raising an arm "to the square."

I do occasionally have to fight the urge to flip off the chapel. So far I'm winning on this one.

There are laws in California about camels because for a short time there were a few of them being used to trasport materials across the desert.

I think police theses days have better ways to use their time than monitoring hand guestures, and it's sexist to enforce them more severly on Duder's female friend than on him.