Guess what ranking the cellar is on Google for the search term "lowbuttcrack"?

I dunno V, what ranking is the Cellar for the searchterm "lowbuttcrack"?

Proof that door-to-door salesmen are not blind, distracted, or stupid, they're just douchebags:

Used to be, I would put a sign over our doorbell during the days saying "Kids are napping. Please knock." Fuckers ignored it every time. This meant they were either lifting the sign to get to the doorbell, or pushing the sign itself to get through to the doorbell.

So then, I just disconnected the dang thing. Everyone who knows us knows you have to knock, and anyone else I don't want to talk to. But then the dumbshits would just stand there on my porch jabbing and jabbing at the button, not understanding why they couldn't hear it ringing inside. After about a month, the button cracked and broke.

So I reconnected it. Now, there's the little vertical frame, but where the button ought to be are some sharp pointy plastic edges, with a glowing bulb and tiny circuit board visible in the center. Upon first glance it looks like a clear electrocution hazard, though it isn't one.

Not one salesman has tried to ring my doorbell since then. They all knock like I wanted them to in the first place. I'm never going to fix it.

Some fake blood dripping down from the bell might be a nice touch, along with some scorch marks and some more dried, brown blood as a base color. a few rivulets.

This is known as freedom of expression.

Hookin it to a car battery might have a more humorous, self satisfying effect ..

Just sayin ;)

I like the cut of your jib

I just put a sign up that says "Piss Off, I'm not Interested". Seems to work.

Careful of the rigging the doorbell on Beggar's Night. It would be an attractive nuisance:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Attract...sance_doctrine

You're an attractive nuisance. Now get off of my lawn!

:lol:

Candygram

Snicker

When I was a kid, I used to waste my Saturday mornings watching TV cartoons*. Now I spend them wisely ... here ...

*WTF were the makers of The Herculoids smoking???

Grinding my teeth worrying about money. Am I manic or are my worries justified. Gotta sell this fucking truck. Can't afford to put gas in the car we _can_ afford to drive. Maybe I'll just jaunt off into the woods and let exposure do its thing.

Ignore me.