An former housemate of mine, knowing that JWs were coming, stripped to his y-fronts, covered himself with tomato ketchup and answered the door to them while yelling over his shoulder "keep the goat still, I'll be back in a minute"

I absolutely hate the hard-sell of religions but I'm not rude to them. Last JW that came to my door stood and chatted to me for over an hour - it was very pleasant. I admitted up-front that I am a scientist working at a national natural history museum and a lifelong supporter of peer-reviewed science, such as Darwinian Evolution theory so her chances of converting me were minimal in the extreme ... but she was game and gave it a good try

I dealt with all of her arguments with logic and reason, which she couldn't really argue with and her leaflet "explaining" creationism went straight in the recycling bin. She did ask me whether I'd like to book a future meeting for when she was in the area next but I told her that, as we were both busy people and neither of us had shifted their position then that would probably be a waste of both our time ... so we shook hands, thanked each other for an interesting chat and she left.

I always ask this:

Adam and Eve had 2 sons, Kane and Able, Kane killed Able and was banished from the Garden of Eden and sent into the desert where he then found other people.... Where did they come from?

Haha, yeah, I had just started helping my friend wallpaper her enormous living room, when knock knock, the Jehovah's witnesses were at the door, a sweet lady called Mary started giving us her sales pitch. I said I was open minded so why not come in and tell us more. In no time at all we had her pasting paper and doing the decorating, all we had to do was make tea and sit and listen to the spill. Once she had done the largest wall and cut the rest we needed we just shook her hand, thanked her but said we felt it probably wasn't for us. She left some literature and went on her way. All in all, not a bad days work!

My favourite way to deal with them is to let them in then block the door and reeducate them sometimes for hours never letting them leave or use my bathroom, so fun to watch them squirm. Sometimes I would offer them something to drink.