I don't know man, they give me the heebie jeebies...
Here's an idea, casually have a conversation with them about the weirdest shit you can think of. Meet any attempt they make to discuss religion with weirder shit.
They'll leave eventually and if you did a good job they won't want to come back. Try to have fun with it.
I do this to the Jehova's witnesses whenever they're in my neighborhood. :thumbsup:
Here's an idea, casually have a conversation with them about the weirdest shit you can think of. Meet any attempt they make to discuss religion with weirder shit.
They'll leave eventually and if you did a good job they won't want to come back. Try to have fun with it.
I do this to the Jehova's witnesses whenever they're in my neighborhood. :thumbsup:
I could also introduce them to my large collection of occult literature and other such "paraphenalia."
Here's an idea, casually have a conversation with them about the weirdest shit you can think of. Meet any attempt they make to discuss religion with weirder shit.
After sitting through enough of their brouhaha and gaining their trust, it can be a good time to turn the tables by asking them overly personal questions, utilizing your potential faith to your advantage.
I had a Mormon at my College and he was a fucking nutter. So sexually het-up and just a freak all round. Plus he was a cripple. God doesn't like everyone that said, Mormons hoard food etc for the Apocalypse. I'm down with that.
I ended up walking around town and using my supernatural powers of the undead to turn anyone I touched into a zombie. Then I saw a priest walking out of a church, so I chased him down, cornered him in an alley, and turned him into a Satan worshiping zombie. He then walked out into the street and starting reading passages from the Satanic bible to all the other zombies. All in all it was definitely a good night.
Started out at a b day party, drank a large bottle of merlot, then went to my friends place to chill with her and her boyfriend, drank more, ended up partying with this crew of like 20 people, everyone peaced out except for a few people then we drank wine in a parking garage with a homeless guy.
Started out at a b day party, drank a large bottle of merlot, then went to my friends place to chill with her and her boyfriend, drank more, ended up partying with this crew of like 20 people, everyone peaced out except for a few people then we drank wine in a parking garage with a homeless guy.
that said, Mormons hoard food etc for the Apocalypse. I'm down with that.
Good to know. I've gotta start befriending mormons.
Friday night I drank a 12 pack from PBR dry, did some ketamine and some AC/DC speed and flailed and got laid. My Friday night wins cause I'm the only one that got laid. :hai:
Good to know. I've gotta start befriending mormons.
Friday night I drank a 12 pack from PBR dry, did some ketamine and some AC/DC speed and flailed and got laid. My Friday night wins cause I'm the only one that got laid. :hai:
Good to know. I've gotta start befriending mormons.
Friday night I drank a 12 pack from PBR dry, did some ketamine and some AC/DC speed and flailed and got laid. My Friday night wins cause I'm the only one that got laid. :hai:
meh. got laid thursday and sunday. figured a day or two off wouldn't kill me.
True, but you do. My tip: leave the computer before eating your cheetos, otherwise the orange dust simply reinforces the off white organic glue.
Speaking from your own pathetic experiences?
Try leaving your basement from time to time. Sunlight might magically dislodge the giant cock that seems to be perpetually lodged up your basement-dwelling ass.
Might turn you into a decent poster rather than an attention whore.
Try leaving your basement from time to time. Sunlight might magically dislodge the giant cock that seems to be perpetually lodged up your basement-dwelling ass.
Might turn you into a decent poster rather than an attention whore.
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*mind blown*
haha You shouldn't have ordered that bible. What's so difficult about telling them to fuck off though?
I don't know man, they give me the heebie jeebies...
Here's an idea, casually have a conversation with them about the weirdest shit you can think of. Meet any attempt they make to discuss religion with weirder shit.
They'll leave eventually and if you did a good job they won't want to come back. Try to have fun with it.
I do this to the Jehova's witnesses whenever they're in my neighborhood. :thumbsup:
I could also introduce them to my large collection of occult literature and other such "paraphenalia."
Sometimes works although sometimes they just see it as a challenge and stick around. Mentioning drugs gets them to fuck off most of the time.
After sitting through enough of their brouhaha and gaining their trust, it can be a good time to turn the tables by asking them overly personal questions, utilizing your potential faith to your advantage.
Get wasted, invite them over, open the door with your dick hanging out. Not naked. Fully clothed with your dick flapping out the fly.
See if they come in or at least mention something to you.
Sadly we don't get any around here...like ever. Really sucks, this thread makes me want to have some fun with them bible bangers.
Have fun.
It's no longer Friday night you raving moron.
Good to know. I've gotta start befriending mormons.
Friday night I drank a 12 pack from PBR dry, did some ketamine and some AC/DC speed and flailed and got laid. My Friday night wins cause I'm the only one that got laid. :hai:
kill yourself
You're right. Thank you for making me realize the error of my ways.
meh. got laid thursday and sunday. figured a day or two off wouldn't kill me.
What if it did kill you. Then you'd be dead. You shouldn't fuck around with these things man.
Good way to avoid carpal tunnel too broski.
If you're that concerned for my well being, come to Omaha and make sure I get on a healthy daily sex regimen.
Also, fuck off, Fatty. Not all male internet users have to clean the jizz off their keyboards every night.
True, but you do. My tip: leave the computer before eating your cheetos, otherwise the orange dust simply reinforces the off white organic glue.
Speaking from your own pathetic experiences?
Try leaving your basement from time to time. Sunlight might magically dislodge the giant cock that seems to be perpetually lodged up your basement-dwelling ass.
Might turn you into a decent poster rather than an attention whore.
What's the deal, I thought it was a second-rate opiate?
Tramadol is the wucking win.
Tramadol is a fail opiate imo. It can be fun but it gets old fast and has nothing on oxycodone Vicodin or even codeine.
We don't have basements in Arizona
Waxed your legs again eh?
Then crawl out from under your rock once in awhile.
Did you fall and hit your head while you were banned or is Saturday just you normal extra stupid day? :facepalm: