Take of my clothes, smear grape jelly on my chest, grab a fireplace poker and run to the door.

Someone (unfortunately I don't remember who at the moment) made a deal with them.  He promised to read their literature if they promised to watch the brand new DVD of The God Who Wasn't There that he gave them.

They took the deal.  I wonder if they held up their end of the bargain. 

i do still get a kind of sick enjoyment out of reading religious pamplets that are left on my door.

once my wife and i received one that had a "prayer cloth" in it. it was nothing more than a photocopied piece of paper with a cloth-like pattern printed on it. the info sheet that accompanied it had testimonials stating that some people had used it to wipe away warts and rashes, others had cured arthritis and cataracts.  we had a great laugh over that one before crumpled it and gave it to our cats to play with.

aww, good times.. 

Maybe the cats were cured of something? 

I answer the door in this getup:

I tell them I'm an atheist.  Then I respond to any challenge, question, or statement they make with, "I'm an atheist."  Eventually they go away.  And then I laugh.

I worked with a girl who is a Jehova's Witness for a very long time.  Just the two of us trapped in a room.  She would often attempt to proselytize to me.  I told her from the outset that I'm an atheist and that I don't mind her talking about her religious beliefs to me if she doesn't mind my refuting them with scientific evidence.  She agreed, thinking that in a week she'd have "saved" me.  In four years, she never presented a sound arguement and I often caught a look of doubt on her face after I got done shooting down whatever "scientific" proof she'd brought to the table that disproved evolution, proved the existence of God, proved that the Goldilocks Zone had to be unique to Earth, etc.  It was great sport.

I had so much fun at her expense that I kind of felt a bit of a duty to help her out when she got thrown out of her religion for having sex with her boyfriend.  I tried and tried to get her to see that her religion's rules about sex weren't founded on anything that made sense.  She never bought it.  I'm sure she's still out there, somewhere, trying to save atheists.  I hope they're having as good a time "debating" her as I did. 

I did have a funny experience with a prostyltizer in a parking lot, not my front door.

I parked and was walking into the concert venue for the "warped tour". There were young twenty-somethings in the parking lot handing out pamphlets, this is a usual occurrence at this type of concert but often it is someone handing out a single of their new song or an announcement for their band's show. So I took one.

Well then he started, "Can I tell you about the lord?", I was feeling playful so I said "Who?". He continued, "The lord, can I tell you about jeebus fritos, our lord and savior. Now, you must understand those are not his exact words, but when someone say's "jesus christ" I hear "jeebus fritos", so that is how I am going to tell the story. Anyway, after his last question I again said, "who?". I guess he thought I was having a hard time hearing him over the music, it is an outdoor venue and the bands are pretty loud. He raises his voice and says, "jeebus fritos, our loving lord and savior". Again I reply, "who?". He is getting louder now, "JEEBUS FRITOS, THE ONLY ONE TRUE GOD, THE ONLY ONE TRUE GOD!", he has this very aggravated and strained look on his face. I think he thought he might have a new zombie believing, fish emblem, convert if he could just say it loud enough for me to hear. So he continues, "JEEBUS FRITOS LOVES AND WANTS YOU TO BELIEVE IN HIM. TELL ME SON HAVE YOU NOT HEARD OF JEEBUS FRITOS OUR LOVING AND ABIDING SAVIOUR?", even louder now so the veins in his forehead are popping out. "Son"... that is funny because I am about 10yrs older than this dude and he call me "son" like I am one of his flock. I look at him, showing I am perplexed, and say, "why are you screaming at me, I heard you the first fucking time, I just don't believe in fairy tales.". He gets pissed and say's, "THEN WHY DID YOU KEEP SAYING "WHO?"". I respond, "It's called the owl game, it is fun to play with pamphlet distributing prostyltizers and you were and excellent contestant", at this point if his head had been a volcano, lava would have been pouring from the crater. He starts screaming, I think it was in tongues because I couldn't understand him, and I start to walk away. I turn back, say "have a nice day" and I thought he was going to have a nervous breakdown, he was shaking, veins are popping out and he sweating like he ran a marathon.

Good times..... LOL!

Become one with daffy duck and ye shall frighten them away

Excellent image Morgadar!