A mate of mine had a flatmate...
... whose father was a lay minister.

So the JWs would come in, say their piece, and A would sit back, listen, then rather theatrically polishing his glasses on his Slayer t-shirt he'd take a drink of his coffee, or tea, or beer, or whatever he was having, and systematically demolish every single thing they'd said.

Nothing gives you quite so much respect for a religion as someone who knows it inside-out and won't take any shite from the God-botherers.
(gordonjcp, Wed 22 Aug 2012, 22:59, Reply)