Nothing reinforces the fact that you live in a questionable neighborhood more than the bible bashers knocking on your door, eager for converts, not having any pamplets in English. I feel like Jesus (sorry Hay-sus) is profiling us. Sorry love, no habla your church.
We do have a lot of Hispanic neighbours, and consequently a lot of chickens in our 'hood. Sweeping generalization? Check out the lower Eastside and tell me how many chickens you can hear, oh and parakeets too. Strange. Anyway, I was off for a walk round the neighbourhood the other day and we disturbed a backyard menagerie, and the rooster (don't say cock! not in this country!) started rooster-a-doodle-dooing. Anna turns to me and says "wow, Momma, I guess he overslept."
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Maybe that rooster is for cock fighting?
Actually there are rules about live stock in cities and towns.
This is for good reason, too!
Just post no religion solicitation on your door. That may help.
Don't like bible bashers knocking on my door. My grandfather used to chase them down the street with a meat cleaver - back in the days when you could do that :)
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