Foo - I love the muppets...

So I'm hiding from Mormons in my office, and I'm checking out different stuff on Youtube. Came across these gems:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PGfx3QAV64M

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjNteHSCCSg

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1KSaUEu_T4

I had to - I was having flashbacks from my years as a kindergartner...
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I love pigs in spaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaace!!

"Hiding from Mormons" LOL! Story of my life.

So, de beency bouncy burger, eh?

I'll have to Bach you up on that one.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpcUxwpOQ_A&feature=related

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J6p52G4P_k4&feature=related

So I'm hiding from Mormons in my office...

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I have a few things you can say to the God-botherers if they start pestering you, to make them run screaming for the elevator:

"I worship Satan, want to see my goat?"

"I'm gay"

and my favourite god-botherer annoyance phrase, when asked if I believe in God:

"Which one?"

My Taoist-Buddhist friend taught me that one, I LOLd hard!

Two weeks ago, I was standing outside, and these two mormons walk up to me. Talking their talk, and so I'm engaging them in some friendly banter. They ask if they can come back in a week. Me, tired and sick, just to get them to go away, say "sure, why not." LAst week, they show up, and I had completely forgotten about them. This week, I'm sitting in my home office messing around on the computer while they are knocking at the door. It's now 8:24. T minus 7 minutes and counting.

I had an old jehovah's witness come to my house when I was living in Crawfordsville. She was fun. She'd talk to me about the grace of God, etc. I'd spit back fire and brimstone scripture to her. After a while, she got so flummoxed she walked away without even saying goodbye. Since then, once a month, she'd come, and bring enforcement. I'd do the same for all of them, and they couldn't get a niche in my scriptural armor, as it were. Eventually I got tired of that, and started having the girlfriend answer the door wearing handcuffs around her wrists and a ball gag around her neck, I'd go to the door in a thong (long story) and studded collar/leash arrangement, I called over a gay friend to hit on the guy that she usually brought, etc. That was fun...Eventually they stopped coming. Persistent fellows, honestly.

LOL. That's hilarious you got your gay friend to come over and hit on them, awesome.

someone would have to trespass to knock on my door, so I would answer and tell them they have 15 seconds to vacate the premises before A. they meet the business end of my dog and B. I call the poh-lice. Of course, my dog wouldn't actually hurt a fly, but they don't need to do that.

Failing that, I'll bust out my tarot cards/wicca paraphenalia and tell them I'm a fornicator/swear like a sailor/want to go to hell so I can work on my tan etc. Lifetime of resisting my grandmother's efforts to turn me into a Presbyterian have sharpened my "weapons." :D

Two weeks ago, I was standing outside, and these two mormons walk up to me. Talking their talk, and so I'm engaging them in some friendly banter. They ask if they can come back in a week. Me, tired and sick, just to get them to go away, say "sure, why not." LAst week, they show up, and I had completely forgotten about them. This week, I'm sitting in my home office messing around on the computer while they are knocking at the door. It's now 8:24. T minus 7 minutes and counting.

I had an old jehovah's witness come to my house when I was living in Crawfordsville. She was fun. She'd talk to me about the grace of God, etc. I'd spit back fire and brimstone scripture to her. After a while, she got so flummoxed she walked away without even saying goodbye. Since then, once a month, she'd come, and bring enforcement. I'd do the same for all of them, and they couldn't get a niche in my scriptural armor, as it were. Eventually I got tired of that, and started having the girlfriend answer the door wearing handcuffs around her wrists and a ball gag around her neck, I'd go to the door in a thong (long story) and studded collar/leash arrangement, I called over a gay friend to hit on the guy that she usually brought, etc. That was fun...Eventually they stopped coming. Persistent fellows, honestly.

:D I kinda wish I lived next door to you!