Had my girlfriend climb all over me while I spoke at the door, wearing a towel and saying that8 need saving... after all the liquor and untraditional sex i'd been having, I must have the Devil in me.
Also answered once wearing boxer and a dog collar, leash attached, while blaring Izzy.
Lived in Mo Valley, Ca. for 2 years in mid 90's and it was every Saturday morning. Never let one 'want' to come back so it was a different one every week. Sometimes i'd still be drunk so I would grab a bottle and just ad lib.
At my old house, you can see from the front door right to the back porch. I had a party one day, and we got it going around noon. JWs come by around 3, and could see me get up from the boozeathon. I came out, hey how ya doin, etc. and after the pleasantries they say 'you ever hear of Jesus?' and I said 'yeah, I've heard the name. Want to come in for a drink and talk about hm?' They declined and never came back.
[QUOTE=Jets_Penguin;4350688]Actually I was going to say the same thing. My wife and I answered the door naked, held it open and invited them in. We told them we were nudists but wouldnt mind hearing their point of view. They politely said they would come back another time.......that was 12 years ago. :D[/QUOTE]
Some poor bastard decided to spread the word while I was getting divorced facing legal issues and clearing out my house so I could give it over to the ex, in the middle of a 4 day alcohol binge from hell.
Boxer shorts running shoes bottle of vodka and a plunger upon greeting my guest at the door at 930 am. Faint memories of me walking them down the driveway screaming who is your God vodka and plunger in tow, my neighbor Keith hosing down his driveway loving every minute of it. Keith was a rabid atheist lawyer. Good times
[QUOTE=John_0515;4350574]I'm sorry, but I told this woman (Ellie), that I don't want to be saved. I have my own religion, and I don't want to insult hers. She keeps coming back to my house and ringing my doorbell saying that we can all be in Paradise together.
Today, I answered the door wearing my gasmask and holding my wife's cat. I wanted to have fun with it since she didn't get the hint.
I don't think she'll be back.
Any stories from you guys related to this?[/QUOTE]
any one coming back that many times to tell me something positive, i would applaud their perseverance.
This is the reason I keep an anatomically-correct Jesus mannequin just inside the front door. Whenever those moonies come knocking, I rip open the Lord's shroud and start teabagging him. The soul solicitors go running.
Seems like a lot of effort. The simple solution is a 75 lb German Shepherd standing behind you barking when you answer the door. It dissuades solicitors of all races, colors and creeds, whether they're selling you their God, encyclopedias, or lower energy rates.