Little Dill Y isn’t buying what you’re selling, unless you’re selling cookies.

For as long as I’ve been brilliant, I’ve been very brilliant. It’s a burden I have to live with and live with it I do. Lately, there’s been a lot of people knocking at the door, selling everything from the supposed antidote to Bon Jovi to the supposed ability to attain a level of contentment where you can exist in a world, oblivious to the miserable sound of Bon Jovi. Brilliantness is hereditary so Jill Y and I had a chat with Little Dill Y and asked him to come up with a way of making sure the salespeople stop knocking at the door. He came up with a sign to put in the window which wasn’t bad but you can kind of tell he’s a 5 year old: