THE GREAT TIE TROCAR

This week, I ate a double dogged brazlian hot dog, and it was pretty much the best experience of my life. For those unaware, the brazilian hot dog (or at least the one I had) has mashed potatoes, lettuce, the dogs, and a packet of mayo, ketchup, and mustard slathered on. Of course, for two dogs, I had to use twice as much of every other ingredient. I'm pretty sure that meal catalysed a reaction in my body which created a new kind of neurochemical. Anyways, I also accidentally started a mosh pit at the Missionary Training Center. And by mosh pit, I mean tie trading frenzy. I had heard about trading ties but I went out into the halls with a bunch of ties and went around saying "trocar" (portuguese for to trade) and literally the entire hall flooded out and was stuffed with people negotiating tie trades in english, spanish, and portuguese. It was epic. I know everybody was looking forward to my spiritual thought/pop culture conection this week but I honestly don't really...