Just today, those crazy mormons left some of their cult recruiting materials wedged into my door jamb. Third time in as many months, despite the prominently-displayed “No Proselytizing” notice right above the doorbell. If I had their email addresses, I'd send this to them. Instead, I think I'll have to resort to dropping old copies of 100 Percent Beef magazine at the door of their marble-and-gold temple. I bet they don't have a sign that says “No Porn Featuring Big Hairy Guys”.