Some days, I get so bored that I think, maybe, I should go knock on the Jehovah's Witnesses door and start talking to them about Sex, Drugs, and Rock and Roll.
I answer the door wearing my underwear or less. They leave without any trouble.
Knock on their door at 2AM, drunk.
Oh yea.
Aside - about 30 years ago, or so, a friend and I were driving down the dirt road toward his place, coming from the bar. We drove through a herd of cows (they scattered about). Then my friend pulled into the farmer's driveway. So, at 215est, he knocks on the door. A few moments and a couple of lights turned on an irate farmer opened his inner door. My friend says, "Your cows are out." To which the farmer replied, "You're drunk." My friend retorted, "That may be sir, but your cows are still out."
The farmer did thank us as he ran by.