We've had enough of the door to door salesman. Thee ole kiss our butts, keep us at the door for 20 minutes, tell us a sob story, and then ask us if we'd like to buy some magazines.
Nope, I really wouldn't, thankyouverymuch.
I hate to do it, 'cause for some reason, "No Soliciting" to me just screams "we are ornery people".
But I'm gonna do it anyway. I'm gonna make me a sign to go directly underneath the doorbell.
I'm like a dog. I take scraps from my Dad. Again.
Some stencils, again, the sander, again, met the President, ag-ayan,
Why did I make 4? I don't. . . really . . .know. Mo, one's for you, sista. She's sick to death of the salesman, too.
Ya know? The thought occurred to me:
you could use another chalkboard tag. Think of all those possibilities. . .
I mean, heck, I could change it to fit my mood du jour.
Other possible titles:
-I don't want any.
-I'll buy yours if you buy mine.
-We have guns. And an itchy trigger finger.
-You might hear us in here, but we're pretending not to hear you.
-You earn your own money for your Europe trip, and I'll keep my money for mine.
-I only answer in za nude. Also, I weigh 400 pounds.
But you know, that would take a really long chalkboard tag.