In honor of the recent release of Men In Black III (and boy, I think we can all agree that MIB 2 left far too many unanswered questions; and we, as a country, have been INSANE WITH IMPATIENCE, waiting to see how they tie up all those loose ends), I would like to present this blast from the past.
The year was 2005, and I was a counselor in this, our ward bishopric: Tracy Truman, Ricky Monroe, Micah Richins, Pete Toolson...and myself.
What you might notice:
1. Bishop TJT, one of the finest men I've ever known, flaunts his only weakness: Lip Syncing.
2. I don't have a single grey hair.
3. Scientifically speaking, not one of us has rhythm.