In the mountain reaches of Kansas, there once lived a girl with her two loving parents.  She had a relatively normal upbringing, but, upon reaching the age of 16, she approached her parents with a most unusual request.
"I would like to move to Utah to practice Mormonism," she said.
Having been raised on Catholicism, her parents naturally objected.  Unfortunately for the girl, their objections took the form of sending her to become a nun in a monastery in Northern Italy in hopes of dashing her blasphemous dreams.
Six years later, thinking that the monastery must have realized their desires, the parents arranged to have their daughter sent back to the frosty peaks she used to call home.  After a welcome-home dinner, her parents asked the question they had been holding back since her arrival:
"Have you relinquished your fixation on the Devil and his ideas, my daugher?" her father asked.
"No, I still wish to practice mormonism, and my time at the monastery has inspired me to look for the Mormon equivalent, that I may become a nun and ultimately an abbess," she replied.
With an exasperated sigh, her father slumped down into his chair and said, "It looks like what she needs is more monastery."

































































































Mormonastery.  Get it?

Lamesauce on top of roast sirlame steak with lameonade to wash it down.

The greatest UCB ever is gone.

Proof.

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