brings back a story from my collegiate heavy drinking days //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif Many, many moons ago whilst I was in college myself and a couple of teammates shared a house together off campus. I don't know what it was, but at least one day every week the morman's would come knocking on the door early ( relative term to a bunch of college drunks //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/biggrin.gif.d71a5d36fcbab170f2364c9f2e3946cb.gif ) for like 5 months straight. I don't know maybe we looked like we were satanic or atheist or something. Any how, this got to be quite annoying after a while. So I formulated a plan //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/up2something.gif.dd110ecf3ae4b76050d87598f2f8de7c.gif ........I was prepared next time they came a knockin. Ran to to the kitchen grabbed the biggest knife I could find, splashed ketchup all over my shirt, hands, arms, and the knife. Went to the door and waited for them to knock again ( you know they will ) about half way through the second knock. I yanked the door open real fast. And yelled "what the he!! do you want ?? " The two guys standing there looked like the had just seen a ghost. They appologized for disturbing me and left. And never came back again //content.invisioncic.com/y282845/emoticons/smile.gif.1ebc41e1811405b213edfc4622c41e27.gif