Which Reminds Me

Yes, I too probably should feel more pity on those arrogant nasty hateful wicked rich people living in the dirty swamps of Louisiana, but I really have no reason to go there. Nobody owns me except maybe my parents, so what makes the Village Idiots think they are going to order me to go live in some backwater bayou, in a way that would make any sense to me? I really could not care less about socializing with those nasty rich girls who never had time for me in high school. Just another example of Tom's F-disqualified vocabulary.