saturday morning man

Saturday moring, a nock at the door. I looked through the window and my eyes came upon a man who was wearing a suite with a hat and a smoke hung from his mouth. When I opened the door this man seemed to have a permanent frown on his face. From his face a nose arised like that of a moose's nose after being run over. The ears on this man were not any better. They resembled a loosly tied tarp on a windy day. Wrinkles heavily violated his face. Also his eyebrows were like a ungroomed ski run. As I finished observing his face he asked "would you like to subscribe to watchtower"?