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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
so you've seen the pictures of my really big dogs right? well every once in awhile I get entire cow leg bones for them from the local butcher. way back before we had the entire farm fenced with a locking gate I would get the occasional religious fruitloop and/or REALLY insistent sales people come by. the LAST salesman that came by was REALLY pushing his product HARD! about that time one of the dogs came around the corner with one of the leg bones in his mouth. the guys eyes got big as saucers and asked what the dog had. I said; "well that's from the last salesman who wouldn't take no for an answer..." the driveway is gravel and the dude left tire tracks in it he left so fast. the next time I was at the butcher's shop I told them that story and later on they told me they sold out of every full sized leg bone that day and for the next few weeks. apparently the story got around 
moral of the story... leave some really big cow legs in your front yard |
Good idea, but I don't think it would fit well in this neighbourhood.
Ah man, He just declared that they don't vote. apparently they have already voted for the government he was talking about earlier.
At least he ws pleasant, he is leaving now. Mainly because I think bloke was talking too much. hahaha
They actually made the break and said they had to go. I always thinks that's funny. Bloke always asks tricky questions, and then explains stuff. Like today, who Lilith was . They politely tried to cover their ignorance, and then pushed on with their sales pitch.
Each to their own, but I don't like sales people coming to my door (the Avon lady is OK she didn't start of pushy) selling all sorts of things from phone services to faith.
I wish there was a do not call register for door knockers. I want to put up a front fence, but bloke thinks I have a seige mentality. Well if he dies, I am having a front fence!