On Sunday JD and I got to speak in our new ward. I spoke first then the choir which was sitting on the stand behind us sung a song and then it was JD's turn. He started his talk and then he put his hands in his pockets and this was the view I got from my seat. He had split his drawers. I sat there trying not to laugh, wondering if I should do something, etc. Every time he put his hands in his pants I had to smile. I was dying inside. We talked to Brother Bailey a member of the bishopric who had the same view as me and he thought it was hilarious. I wonder how many members of the choir got to see the whole in his pants :)
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