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Friday, January 15, 2010

Enough Already


It seems as if only last week, I griped over a fresh new shipment of more phonebooks.  They come in sets of 3.  Yes 3 different ones with each delivery.  Who the fuck uses a phone-book?  We don't. You'd think with our no soliciting request in 3 languages and colors, we would deter fliers, business cards, and unwanted people on our doorstep.  We have gone so far as to disconnect the doorbell.  And some people actually beat the door OR yell "Hellllloooo".  Really?  Fucking hello. 
The dogs go ballistic  jumping and growling at  intruder through barely opened door.  Holding them back, and assuring babies that everything is ok (which it is not!!), I explain through gnashed teeth the intent of our sign. Some solicitor retards rebuttal with "Oh, I am not selling anything, though."  To that I offer a response that I hope will serve others.  "What those signs mean to say is, "If we don't know you and you wish to share any information or service that we have not requested, please go fuck yourself somewhere elsemove on".
Bastards.


Would one of these signs be more effective? Fucking-A