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Neck Ties, Hats and ammo brass, Never ,ever touch'em w/o asking first
The Jehovah’s Witnesses stopped bothering me after I started drawing huge dicks on their white SUV with a Sharpie.
When the Je-Hos knock on my door, I greet them with "Merry Christmas" and invite them in to play Bingo.
They then depart quickly!
Amazing co-inky-dink: Shortly after posting in this thread, I went to the mailbox. There was an odd looking envelope addressed to me, using a form of my name I have not used in years. It was from a Je-Ho lady who wrote that the "pandemic" has kept her from from visiting me personally, but she was still concerned about my soul. And thoughtfully enclosed a Watchtower pamphlet.
Since she included her return address, I will send her a Christmas card and invite her to Bingo.This message has been edited. Last edited by: YooperSigs,
End of Earth: 2 Miles
Upper Peninsula: 4 Miles
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I've been told by former JWs that they keep meticulous records, and I used this to my advantage a few years back when I spotted two female JWs going door to door.
I stripped down to my boxers and answered the door that way. Apparently, I was no longer welcome in their club so they left immediately and must've documented it as nobody ever came back.
Ego is the anesthesia that deadens the pain of stupidity
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The Jehovah's Witnesses were sneaky back when I was in college. They'd send a pair of beautiful young 20-something women around to the college apartments. As a red-blooded 20-something male, of course you're going to open the door!
But once you figure out why they're there and politely decline (because hey, they're still two hot girls and you don't want to be a dick to them), it's too late! You're now on the "he answers the door and isn't a complete dick about it" list.
Next thing you know, there's a parade of crusty old male Jehovah's Witnesses showing up on the regular, knocking on your door.
Classic bait and switch.
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I had such friends.
I get to educate door-to-door solar salesmen every five to six months. They spit out their initial line of owning a roof top system and I cut them off that I already have one. They say, that it must be mounted on the back of the house and they apologize for bothering me.
That’s when I tell them, it is not on the back of the house. It’s located in my taxes and utility bill. The puzzled look gets addressed with the litany that I’ve paid for my system by paying taxes for the state and federal rebates. I’ve paid for my system by paying the special utility assessment I’m charged on my monthly electric bill. I close with the GTFOML.
"I don't shoot well, but I shoot often." - Pres. T. Roosevelt
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Highway to Hell
Built a house in the woods, I have a decoy house close or the road. That cured all this BS.
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I do like sweet potatoes with my possum.
One Saturday morning around 8am we got jehovas knocking on our door. My dog goes nuts wakes me up I grab my shotgun as I most certainly am not expecting any visitors. Open the door butt naked with a shotgun. They left and we haven’t been bothered since.
I knocked on a prospect's door about a year ago because there was no phone number on their contact request card. A kid answered, said his folks were our door knocking. I joked, "Well, I know how that goes." Turns out there were JWs. I left a card with the son, the mom called later in the day, and asked me to come back. I wrote the mother and father, made a pretty big sale out of it. She handed me a Watchtower magazine as I left. LOL.
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I had a couple JWs show up at the house. One asked "Can I talk to you about God?" my reply:" Yes, if you want to talk about guns first!"
|Three Generations |
We were getting regular visits. We're usually at least polite to them and maybe even discuss things a little. (Retired, no life...)
Subject of praying came up and Wife mentioned that the Bible said to be humble about it, praying privately in a closet, not making a production out of it like the Pharisee did. She was promptly told there was no such passage in the Bible.
Next time they visited she hauled out the Bible and showed them the verse, from Matthew IIRC.
They left, haven't been back since and that was nearly a year ago.
Be careful when following the masses. Sometimes the M is silent.
I have a professional one that looks like it belongs on a business door. It’s mounted up high on my security storm door. For the most part they don’t bother but occasionally they do. Same thing as OP, I’m doing whatever, eating, riding my spin bike, something, bam, doorbell, cue Mal barking aggressively and wanting to draw blood (she is trained to defend the house) jumping up and down ready to throw down. I say nay, sitz, blieb then open both doors, reach my arm around and point at the sign, that is clearly visible and say “get off my fucking property now or I will call the Police.” In this situation I’m not worried about being nice or courteous. I pay too much in property taxes and I put that sign there for a reason, do not disturb me. One guy was so insistent that statement above didn’t bother him at all and he kept talking. I walked completely out onto the porch, raised my shirt and showed an exposed holster and pistol and said “It’s the Police or you’ll be at gunpoint, choose.” Finally he turned around and left saying “you’re an asshole” and I replied back that he’s the asshole on my property ignoring signs and being the asshole disturbing me. Then another get the fuck off my property was yelled.
I’m about to install an expensive security camera system. I’m going to have them put in a speaker that I can use an app to tell these clowns to leave so I don’t have to get up or move. Open camera app, open mic app, be staring at them “you’re wearing a blue polo shirt, and khakis, I can see you, get off my property or the Police will be called. Looking forward to it.
Pondering the difficulty of mounting a train horn on the porch, as part of my jehovah's witness protection program...
|That rug really tied |
the room together.
Ha. I literally have a sign out front that says no soliciting, I will not buy your shit, I will not listen to your religious ramblings, go away, do not knock.
Every so often someone knocks and attempts to sell me Tupperware or frozen steaks. I say, “did you read the sign”? Then I read the sign to them, word for word, then I stare at them until they de-ass my front porch.
Often times a very small man can cast a very large shadow
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I’m reminded of the movie Second Hand Lion with Robert Duvall and Michael Caine. The scenes of the salesmen being met with gunfire is hilarious. If you’ve not seen Second Hand Lion, you should. It’s a very good movie.
Link to original video: https://youtu.be/tvf52j3-DDY
Link to original video: https://youtu.be/MwyAGyB5IEo
I've actually encountered that same sales guy. He ignored the No Soliciting sign and a verbal confirmation that I wasn't interested. Considered killing the guy, but that would have been work intensive.
Problems solved. Last week I put in a surveillance system. I now have a speaker on the doorbell where I can yell at people. The next fucker ignoring my no soliciting sign is gonna get it
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