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Moonie wrote:mmm are you Catholic?

I am, and they never returned to my home...they think all Catholics are un-savable and are going to hell anyway...

No, I'm not. I don't advertise what I am, and there is nothing to determine what I am.....though my next door neighbors always want to know why our cars never move on Sundays.

I tell them it's none of their freaking business....then I tell them to keep their dog off my lawn.

ragtopW wrote:

sy wrote:
There's some damned Baptist group (nothing against Baptists, please) that knocks on my front door like clockwork, once a month, with their wonderful book, trying to save me.......at 8:30 in the morning. Damn them. Every freaking month.

The fact that they're still doing it is stupid enough, even with the 'no trespassing' sign so visible.

The fact that they know I'm going to answer the door with the dog in tow, growling and snarling at them is even stupider. This has been going on for over a year. They just will not stop.

Just answer the door naked and ask them to dance and offer them a drink ... Silly Parrothead ,they Thrive on being yelled at..

They do....I really think they get a kick out of being yelled at. The one is this high and mighty woman, who's always in this black suit with penny loafers. I answered the door in my nightgown the one day (with dog on leash) and she had the audacity to ask me how I could answer the door with next to nothing on. After the long string of expletives left my mouth, I said 'oh by the way, YOU came to MY house....SLAM.

Doesn't work....they keep coming back. Damn cockroaches.

I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

buffettbride wrote:I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

Hey, scoot over...I'm over there too.

Brown Eyed Girl wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

Hey, scoot over...I'm over there too.

There's plenty of room. Frankie won't mind.

buffettbride wrote:

Brown Eyed Girl wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

Hey, scoot over...I'm over there too.

There's plenty of room. Frankie won't mind.

UH Hello Jack Mormon Here
they Tell me They have a corner picked out for me
and just for me




Can you send a stripper over once in a while when we all get there???

ragtopW wrote:UH Hello Jack Mormon Here

Are you related to Hi Jack!???

ragtopW wrote:

buffettbride wrote:

Brown Eyed Girl wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

Hey, scoot over...I'm over there too.

There's plenty of room. Frankie won't mind.

UH Hello Jack Mormon Here
they Tell me They have a corner picked out for me
and just for me




Can you send a stripper over once in a while when we all get there???

Honey...I am the stripper.

buffettbride wrote:

ragtopW wrote:

buffettbride wrote:

Brown Eyed Girl wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I hate being saved, especially before I've had coffee. The mormons (nothing against mormons, of course) don't visit my house any more.

Besides, why pass up the corner of hell I have reserved with AC and Frankie's lap?

Hey, scoot over...I'm over there too.

There's plenty of room. Frankie won't mind.

UH Hello Jack Mormon Here
they Tell me They have a corner picked out for me
and just for me




Can you send a stripper over once in a while when we all get there???

Honey...I am the stripper.

oh no I know your Husband


Oh wait He is great guy he probably isn't going down

The Rugburns have a great song called "Tree Hugger".

sy wrote:

ragtopW wrote:

sy wrote:
There's some damned Baptist group (nothing against Baptists, please) that knocks on my front door like clockwork, once a month, with their wonderful book, trying to save me.......at 8:30 in the morning. Damn them. Every freaking month.

The fact that they're still doing it is stupid enough, even with the 'no trespassing' sign so visible.

The fact that they know I'm going to answer the door with the dog in tow, growling and snarling at them is even stupider. This has been going on for over a year. They just will not stop.

Just answer the door naked and ask them to dance and offer them a drink ... Silly Parrothead ,they Thrive on being yelled at..

They do....I really think they get a kick out of being yelled at. The one is this high and mighty woman, who's always in this black suit with penny loafers. I answered the door in my nightgown the one day (with dog on leash) and she had the audacity to ask me how I could answer the door with next to nothing on. After the long string of expletives left my mouth, I said 'oh by the way, YOU came to MY house....SLAM.

Doesn't work....they keep coming back. Damn cockroaches.

this reminds me of the begining of the movie FRIDAY

hmmm, maybe next time you should just open the door a crack and pretend like it is a confessional.
then procede to make ms. penny loafer blush.

ORRRRRRRRRRRRRR,
You could quote the golden rule "do unto others",
then ask her for her home address so you can continue your conversation on her day off.
oh, dont forget to tell her that you expect her to be decently dressed.

sy wrote:

Moonie wrote:mmm are you Catholic?

I am, and they never returned to my home...they think all Catholics are un-savable and are going to hell anyway...

No, I'm not. I don't advertise what I am, and there is nothing to determine what I am.....though my next door neighbors always want to know why our cars never move on Sundays.

I tell them it's none of their freaking business....then I tell them to keep their dog off my lawn.

seriously, have you tried calling their parish, or whatever is it they work out of... and complain to the pastor..or whatever it is they call him...

lovin_jimmy wrote:this reminds me of the begining of the movie FRIDAY

hmmm, maybe next time you should just open the door a crack and pretend like it is a confessional.
then procede to make ms. penny loafer blush.

ORRRRRRRRRRRRRR,
You could quote the golden rule "do unto others",
then ask her for her home address so you can continue your conversation on her day off.
oh, dont forget to tell her that you expect her to be decently dressed.

You know, that is not a bad idea at all. It's always so damned early, and I'm always so ticked already answering the door that anger overshadows any form of wit or comeback I might have. You have no idea of what I think of to say AFTER I slam the door.

I've often thought of just hiding around the side of my house and running at them with the hose. Hubby's offered to sit on the roof with the bb gun. It's just too much effort, and I need to care a little bit more to make it worth my time At least they do leave when I slam the door.

Moonie wrote:

sy wrote:

Moonie wrote:mmm are you Catholic?

I am, and they never returned to my home...they think all Catholics are un-savable and are going to hell anyway...

No, I'm not. I don't advertise what I am, and there is nothing to determine what I am.....though my next door neighbors always want to know why our cars never move on Sundays.

I tell them it's none of their freaking business....then I tell them to keep their dog off my lawn.

seriously, have you tried calling their parish, or whatever is it they work out of... and complain to the pastor..or whatever it is they call him...

You know, I don't even know what they're from. There are so many churches and whatnot in our area I wouldn't know where to begin. My neighbor is the one who told me they were Baptist. She just doesn't answer her door. I find that they will stand there and ring and knock for an incessant time, which just gets the dog riled and drives me nuts then.

I seem the live in a little cove of PA bible belt, which I guess I should have learned BEFORE we moved to the area.

LIPH wrote:

SchoolGirlHeart wrote:

tikitatas wrote:I remember. Not even lobstah!

Larry doesn't like lobstah????

I don't eat seafood.

While I will eat fish, and shrimp; crabs, oysters, clams, and lobster are right out. Knowing how they "make a living"... sorry. No thank you.

Aw, c'mon R2...live a little....

Prthd119 wrote:Aw, c'mon R2...live a little....

thanks... no.

On the other hand: beef, pork, chicken, turkey, duck, moose, and buffalo...

Sam wrote: I am trusting you can creative for some various things to do....like come to the door and Take the offensive yell at them "WHAT THE BLEEP DO YOU WANT??? I WORK SHIFT WORK YOU BLEEPLING MORONS...CAN'T YOU BLEEPING READ? DID YOU FAIL READING AND COMPREHENSION? CAN YOU SAY TRESSPASSING IS AGAINST THE LAW? I AM CALLING 911 UNLESS YOU IMMEDIATEDLY LEAVE MY PROPERTY!!! AND NEVER COME BACK!!!"
or something like that or words to that effect.

SLAM the door in their faces.

Not using your personal sidearm to "save lives"?

ragtopW wrote:

tommcat327 wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I had this thought last night as I was driving home, stuck in a traffic jam behind god knows how many big trucks and SUVs...obviously these folks are doing a pretty crappy job because never, EVER actually seen one of these stickers on a car.

HIPPIES DONT ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING WELL, THAT WOULD ALMOST BE LIKE WORK

Tom I dissagree with you here Hippys do at least two things well

Hippy girls ....Well if I have to tell you..

i've never been able to get past the stench of petchuly to find out about hippie girls. maybe if they had a bath and a shave i could try but so far they have been off limits.

tommcat327 wrote:

ragtopW wrote:

tommcat327 wrote:

buffettbride wrote:I had this thought last night as I was driving home, stuck in a traffic jam behind god knows how many big trucks and SUVs...obviously these folks are doing a pretty crappy job because never, EVER actually seen one of these stickers on a car.

HIPPIES DONT ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING WELL, THAT WOULD ALMOST BE LIKE WORK

Tom I dissagree with you here Hippys do at least two things well

Hippy girls ....Well if I have to tell you..

i've never been able to get past the stench of petchuly to find out about hippie girls. maybe if they had a bath and a shave i could try but so far they have been off limits.

not even going to say it...