Oh no, not another blind date. I can't believe I got set up again with another nerdy guy. This guy looks like a real square, too. We talk, and I laugh at the Book of Mormon that he brought with him. What? I read passages and ask him what they mean. He's a little angry, but also very turned on by my presence. He's a virgin, of course, and I laugh when I see his little hardon. I tell him to go ahead, whip it out and show me. Overcome with lust, he pulls it out and ugh....of course it's tiny and gross. He strokes it, I measure it, and tell him to come all over his precious Mormon Bible like the pervert he is. Mormons really don't measure up