I wish our local paper would do that. I’d make sure my name and address were on the list and ask that they add that I’m a mean, paranoid psychopath and have a Rottweiler, too.
My front door welcome mat says, “Go Away”.
My doormat says LEAVE!
Mine says “Claymore”.
Never had anyone step on it.
My front door welcome mat says, “Go Away”
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One of my ‘favorite’ anti-social lines.
“What really Pees me off is not being able to find a welcome mat that doesn’t say welcome”.
I raised my kids in an ‘older’ neighborhood of Washington DC, Fairfax County - inside the beltway.
My kids used to hate it cause our house never got TP’d, car windows never soaped up, no pranks at halloween, if guys came by the house and I happened to be there they got the 3rd, 4th, and 5th degree, I would make casual remarks about cleaning my guns etc.
The probable ‘real’ reason for no problems, I was one of the few ‘working’ people (most either retired or worked for the Govt) in the neighborhood and was known to pay well for lawn work, shoveling snow, hired the local ‘punks’ (all teenage pimply faced kids are punks when it comes to 2 teenage daughters) to work for me during the summer etc.
Ran into one of the kids years later - he had done 6 in the Army and was a deputy sheriff and the ‘nice guy’ subject came up and the ‘kid’ said “We weren’t ‘afraid’ of you as in scared but we did ‘respect’, in the military sense, you and figured a good place to get shot was messing in your yard”