My wife hosted the neighborhood book club
 

The book was about helping poor Indians. Something like that.

But the conversation, I am told, turned to "Fifty Shades of Grey" and one of the woman's recent breast implants.

I came home to find two half empty bottles of wine on the table (brought by the attendees of course).

I guess the neighborhood book club in the burbs is indeed different than the ward book club.

And because they were free, you didn't wish to be impolite, it was necessary to join in.

Mormons and free beer go hand in hand.