Where my house is ya kinda can't see me back here unless you already know I'm here, so that helps. However, we get 'em from time to time. The last time it was Jehovah's Witness and they wanted to ask me what I thought about death and dying and how much of a sinner I was if I didn't understand whether or not I was going to heaven or hell or get stuck here somehow with a 24/7 job cleaning skid marks at the Soap n Suds.
I was in a mood, I confess.
So I invited them in and offered them a cigar (really) and a shot of my friend Jose' and said "do tell me about your death and dying"
I've not seen them since, odd isn't it?
Maybe they didn't like my hospitality or something.
I'm not averse to standing on my porch chatting about the Bible or someone's God or their preferences. What I am averse to is the forceful condemnation of same and their reality that my life is somehow lacking if I don't let them convince me of how crappy my life was/is/will be.
Say hello to me normal and be a gracious guest at my table and I'll listen to almost anything ya got to say.
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Ron G.
Oh...you were referring to Jehovah's Witnesses. I thought Jehovah HIMSELF was running around in your neighborhood.
It had me confused.
I was wondering why He was there an not in the local Baptist Church where I'm told He normally hangs out.
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RottieGrrrl
Ron you nut. :) :) :) If Jesus himself was running around, I'd STILL hide! :o
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George Aar
A simple solution:
Just post a notice on your porch "Disfellowshipped Apostate", and they'll give you a VERY wide berth, and never to call again...
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Where my house is ya kinda can't see me back here unless you already know I'm here, so that helps. However, we get 'em from time to time. The last time it was Jehovah's Witness and they wanted to ask me what I thought about death and dying and how much of a sinner I was if I didn't understand whether or not I was going to heaven or hell or get stuck here somehow with a 24/7 job cleaning skid marks at the Soap n Suds.
I was in a mood, I confess.
So I invited them in and offered them a cigar (really) and a shot of my friend Jose' and said "do tell me about your death and dying"
I've not seen them since, odd isn't it?
Maybe they didn't like my hospitality or something.
I'm not averse to standing on my porch chatting about the Bible or someone's God or their preferences. What I am averse to is the forceful condemnation of same and their reality that my life is somehow lacking if I don't let them convince me of how crappy my life was/is/will be.
Say hello to me normal and be a gracious guest at my table and I'll listen to almost anything ya got to say.
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