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Originally Posted by Anonymous Member
My guest staye two more days. I walked around nude a few times but not much else.
Last week I was aproached in the park by some women pushing some religous cult. The family or something like that. I gave them my number and forgot about them. Well they came over yesterday to preach. I thought I would mess with them. Two women came over, in their late forties, one with a German accent, the other a southern. They came in and talked about their religon, gave me their literature and what not. I was extra dirty on purpose as I did come home from work only 20 mintutes before. As they were talking, I made sandwitches as they pretty much flat out said they wanted food, and then showered while they ate.
I came out in a towel and asked if they needed anything. They just thanked me for the food and set up their information. I went to my room and took off the towel while we talked. I stroked to get harder and I walked out with my towel in my hand. They looked at me in suprise. I spread out the towel on the floor and sat down. I started to ask questions about their literature. The German answered and the southern one asked if I was going to put on some clothes. I said I was comfortable as god made me, and went on asking questions. After a mintute or so they said that they had to go and I escorted them out. I hate cults.
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Ha! Classic.
One of my best friends many years ago invited me over for Thanksgiving. He always did the "bird" on a Weber barbeque's on this deck. Now this friend is a Marine (no one's ever an ex-Marine) He and I were standing on his deck drinking a beer and talking while he watched over his prized smoking turkey. A car pulled up and two nicely dressed ladies got out. He looked over his shoulder and said "These folks are lost, you know'em?" "Nope, never seen'em" They walk up to the deck and asked him if he'd heard the good word of Jehovah. I swear his ears literally laid back on his head. He said something to the effect of "we're having a holiday dinner here and I like you to please..." One lady interrupted him and began to explain why it was wrong to celebrate such things. Well that was the end of "please" on his part. He said, basically, "we're having this dinner and we're having our celebration. Now you're welcome to return after we're done eating 'cause we're planning on breaking out the Crisco and having ourselves a good old fashioned fuckfest/Crisco party. You know if ya got time. I only say that 'cause I think you'd make a lot more sense with my cock in your mouth." They both turned white and left. He lifted the top of the Weber and looked at the smoking turkey and said "And that's how you handle whack job, fuckhead's who go around trying to ruin other peoples day off." I was speechless for a while. I'm rarely speechless.
Not how I would have handled it but I bet he's got his name on a list because they never ever came back to his house. I lived down the street and they came to my door for several years trying to get me to buy the Watchtower and save my soul.