I love having the mental image of an ‘stralian getting out of his bedroom, gun in hand, yelling those little rascals are ruining his pet snake’s cheesecake
There used to be a group of Mormons around here that would knock on my door every other week to try and get me to go to their church. I'd told them at least 5 times that I really wasn't interested but they just kept showing up. Finally one day they knocked on the door while I was cooking lunch and I'd had it. I said "look fellas, I've told you already you're just wasting your own time here, and my taquitos are burning" and I slammed the door in their faces. That was the last time they ever stopped at my house lol
