To be a Christian you do not have to read the bible, you do not have to persecute those who do not believe. It requires two beliefs: faith and quiet good works. The problem is with proselytizing sects is that they have the former but not the latter, and what they are "selling" is not the Christian faith but their own brand of it. That is no reason to offend them with lewd behaviour, that is perverse.
Jehova's Witness This!
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Give those boys credit,,,, they have cocks too.
I bet they go home and jack off.
Surely those to train them give them some sort of forewarning.
That is why they go two by two.
I bet they go home and jack off.
Surely those to train them give them some sort of forewarning.
That is why they go two by two.
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I was too plagued on the rare occasion, but always when trying to sleep off a previous night(s) exploits. So I am in a very deleterious state anywhere before 2:00 PM if you come calling on a given Sunday. Having been woken up the third time in as many weeks, I glanced at and considered the probability of actually getting to wipe the dust off my 12 gauge, when my delightful pet crawled across my lap demanding attention in his gentle, plaintive mewlings. And thus is how inspiration struck.
Considerate of neighbors (and those I had yet to meet at the front door) the obligatory dress robe was tightened about my waist as I answered, a steeling pause and breath taken. I indeed did bring out the big guns - both bores in fact.
"Good afternoon sir, we are with the Jehovah's Witnesses...." you know the speech by now my friends, just pretend you heard it all before....
"Ah, yes splendid! Do come in, come in. I was about to put the kettle on for tea. Or are you coffee swillers?"
Tea was fine with them apparently, and I dutifully and cordially made preparations to share my Earl Grey when my pet, "Brokk" is his name - a very *talkative* and FRIENDLY cat of the deepest, softest black fur and these great, brilliant pools of green for eyes. The pair of women are entranced. See guys, sometimes to get your foot in after breaking the ice is to indeed, have a magnificent pussy instead! But I digress -
He poses for attention after leaping on the kitchen counter-top. They cannot keep his hands off of him and the conversation momentarily lulls as Brokk *languishes* under their touch. He is seemingly unable to quite make up his mind as to which way is up under their attentive hands.
"He is GORGEOUS! What is his name?"
"Abbadon - lord of the pit and destruction. He is my familiar spirit."
*blank stares and hands retreat as if bitten from a suddenly confused cat*
"You were just in time as I was making preparations for a ceremony, for he brings news from the abyss." At this point, Brokk not at ALL wanting to stop the attention, leaps down and curly-back-raised-rubs from one pair of legs to the other.
"And you two are in such great luck for as it would happen, he demands sacrifice."
I suspect he is mixed with Siamese. He is very vocal, and right on cue; he emits his characteristic meow. This is a startling sound to experience because like an infant child's voice raised in interrogation he thus spake: "Hello?" (Roll an "rrrrr" sound in place of the L's and you get the idea - yet it REALLY does sound like a child saying hello! It is *amazing* to witness)
I had never seen women driven from before me with such deep satisfaction and without having to remove a scrap of clothing to boot.
I was never bothered again.
As for the Mormons? They stopped calling too when on their second visit I simply asked:
"Did you know that you fellows are one consonant away from being called Morons?"
No need for violence. No need for underhanded deep-dickery - use people's insecurities and beliefs - better yet, their own imagination against them. It will do FAR worse harm than anything anyone could ever do to them.
Considerate of neighbors (and those I had yet to meet at the front door) the obligatory dress robe was tightened about my waist as I answered, a steeling pause and breath taken. I indeed did bring out the big guns - both bores in fact.
"Good afternoon sir, we are with the Jehovah's Witnesses...." you know the speech by now my friends, just pretend you heard it all before....
"Ah, yes splendid! Do come in, come in. I was about to put the kettle on for tea. Or are you coffee swillers?"
Tea was fine with them apparently, and I dutifully and cordially made preparations to share my Earl Grey when my pet, "Brokk" is his name - a very *talkative* and FRIENDLY cat of the deepest, softest black fur and these great, brilliant pools of green for eyes. The pair of women are entranced. See guys, sometimes to get your foot in after breaking the ice is to indeed, have a magnificent pussy instead! But I digress -
He poses for attention after leaping on the kitchen counter-top. They cannot keep his hands off of him and the conversation momentarily lulls as Brokk *languishes* under their touch. He is seemingly unable to quite make up his mind as to which way is up under their attentive hands.
"He is GORGEOUS! What is his name?"
"Abbadon - lord of the pit and destruction. He is my familiar spirit."
*blank stares and hands retreat as if bitten from a suddenly confused cat*
"You were just in time as I was making preparations for a ceremony, for he brings news from the abyss." At this point, Brokk not at ALL wanting to stop the attention, leaps down and curly-back-raised-rubs from one pair of legs to the other.
"And you two are in such great luck for as it would happen, he demands sacrifice."
I suspect he is mixed with Siamese. He is very vocal, and right on cue; he emits his characteristic meow. This is a startling sound to experience because like an infant child's voice raised in interrogation he thus spake: "Hello?" (Roll an "rrrrr" sound in place of the L's and you get the idea - yet it REALLY does sound like a child saying hello! It is *amazing* to witness)
I had never seen women driven from before me with such deep satisfaction and without having to remove a scrap of clothing to boot.
I was never bothered again.As for the Mormons? They stopped calling too when on their second visit I simply asked:
"Did you know that you fellows are one consonant away from being called Morons?"
No need for violence. No need for underhanded deep-dickery - use people's insecurities and beliefs - better yet, their own imagination against them. It will do FAR worse harm than anything anyone could ever do to them.
For those unable to guess, my house is not exactly on the beaten path. Since my house is cooled by window units, I sit around nude most summer days. A couple of older lady Jehovah's witnesses showed up staring in my French doors (at the back of the house). Since they had already seen me nude I went and asked how I could help them. They said they would come back some other time. Nice enough people, but they never came back, but instead sent male witnesses. Haven't had any out since I started hanging goat and horse skulls from the house.
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