I discovered a brilliant new way to avoid having xians ring my doorbell in attempt to share the good news with me. Just now, I was in my kitchen, washing dishes and finding something to eat, when I looked out the large window above my sink. Two men were approaching with bibles in hand. Then, I realized they saw me. We made eye contact and I gave them a big smile. They stopped dead in their tracks and looked down, then slowly turned and walked away. I can only assume this is because I was not wearing a shirt, or a bra. Perhaps from this point on I will be answering the door shirtless. Should give the mormon boys something to talk about.
You have to love the moment a morman boy is felled with the momentary idea....I'd rather stuff my face into these glorious tits than finger through these idiot pages....
A guy some years ago told me that when some xians came to his place, he told them he practiced cannibalism and invited them in for lunch. Wearing a chef's hat and taking a large kitchen knife to the door with him would have been persuasive.
Has anyone heard of any xians who later saw their foolishness and wrote books about what people had told them or done to them?
A book like that would be a good read Tom.
My poor memory doesn't remember any interesting encounters at the door when I went on a proselytizing mission for the mormon church, except one mild one. The guy was probably trying to get rid of us by reciting a short poem he knew about urinating. "No matter how much you jump and dance, you always get some in your pants."
At long last, something good about boobs . . . .