Years ago, when I was young and single, living in an apartment above a former fire hall, I had a delegation of 2 knock on my door (how they found the bottom floor entrance I don’t know. How they knew there was an apartment upstairs is way beyond me!) They were from an evangelical church halfway across the city … at least 3 miles away. I invited them in, brought them to the living room and, once seated they started their spiel. I excused myself and went to the kitchen, took out a beer and, upon returning I said: “Would you like a beer?” “No, no!” Both answered, and so I sat there, sipping on my bottle, as they informed me of the glory of the world to come. I finished my beverage and stood up, thanked them, said I had some business to attend to and ushered them to the door. End of story!I may burn in HELL.
Imagine 3 months ago
Do the lawn and we can talk.
Hey, where are you going?
pschearer Premium Member 3 months ago
Did you know there are two types of saliva? . . . Oh, wait. Sal-VA-tion. . . . Never mind.
alien011 3 months ago
“I’ll make you a deal, you help me with my yard work, and I’ll let you tell me more about this salvation thing.” – “Uh…”
wongo 3 months ago
Sal Vation? Isn’t he the guy that owns the pizza restaurant?
Just-me 3 months ago
Everybody is a landscape critic. Which reminds me, I have to mow in the morning.
Zen-of-Zinfandel 3 months ago
Norm has a moment to discuss YardMax mowers.
davewhamond creator 3 months ago
Do you have a few moments to talk about the salvation of your yard?
HarryLime Premium Member 3 months ago
Years ago, when I was young and single, living in an apartment above a former fire hall, I had a delegation of 2 knock on my door (how they found the bottom floor entrance I don’t know. How they knew there was an apartment upstairs is way beyond me!) They were from an evangelical church halfway across the city … at least 3 miles away. I invited them in, brought them to the living room and, once seated they started their spiel. I excused myself and went to the kitchen, took out a beer and, upon returning I said: “Would you like a beer?” “No, no!” Both answered, and so I sat there, sipping on my bottle, as they informed me of the glory of the world to come. I finished my beverage and stood up, thanked them, said I had some business to attend to and ushered them to the door. End of story!I may burn in HELL.
Zebrastripes 3 months ago
Hey wise guy…get off my property or stay to help….take your choice!
markkahler52 3 months ago
The willow weeps tho not without reason…
davidkoeth Premium Member 3 months ago
What a great response to those folks at the door!