The Mormons came to my door. I invited them in. We all sat down and had a talk about religion. They asked if they could come back after I had a chance to read "The Book of Mormon", I said "sure".
Next time, 3 of em came. This time, I was playing diablo, listening to tool, and wearing a shirt that says "Smoke Crack, Worship Satan". We talked, they asked me to turn the music off. I showed them to the door.
From then on, the guys in white shirts with black ties on bicycles skipped over my house.