Ebbert, Lawson

Whattup icebreathers, Quote of the week(s): "Getting attention from women almost makes me feel like I don't have to defeat other men in combat for my life to have meaning." -one of the elders in my house, who shall remain nameless for his own protection Well! Another week, another series of irresponsible decisions and email heading completely unrelated anything. I'm absolutely fiending through like 8 emails tonight so I decided to write a good old group email for everybody. After all- this is one of the last chances I'm gonna get. Don't let missionaries fry Giving missionaries cooking equipment was a mistake. Last week we were bored and hungry- a dastardly combo if there ever was one- and so we decided to fry corn dogs. They turned out mid. Brazillian sausage sucks, and is weirdly orange. But the frying was good. And we had a ton of oil and batter left over. -enter devious thoughts- We ended up frying all of the following: -dough, by itself -wafers -cookies -a...

Whattup samurai dreamers, Here it is. The last transfer. The final stretch. Then, it's back to the real world, where everything is sunshine, rainbows, and no responsibilities at all. So what's going on with Elder Ebbert in the last moments of missionary life? Blue Horizons In a surprise play from President Rollins and after literally begging our APs for a new companion, I got transfered after a whopping 1 transfer in Capão Redondo. My new are is Horizonte Azul: a beautiful, completely flat place hardly touched by humans. Just kidding. It's another favela. Built inside of like 4 concentric valleys. But it's lit here. My new comp, Elder Krum, is diagnosably insane and totally hilarious. I love this guy. Perfect comp for a last transfer. Best part of the area: some members gave us half a bottle of maple syrup and a jar of peanut butter. I'm gonna have unlimited American food here in a couple weeks but still... it's nice. I fetching love peanut butter Futeballed On ...