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Yes, that was a rude thing that Becky said to me about her brother's girlfriend, but what can I say? I only met these people once at a party and would not be able to remember later what was the name of her brother's girlfri4end., much less the intricacies of their intimate social lives. I might have gotten the impression only that they people were a somewhat low level of Mexican peasant tart, because anyway Becky does not have any place to be saying much about that when she herself is the same thing.

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Yes, besides which it is no great secret that his partner for tap dancing lessons was Diane Puryear, the wife of the college's athletic coach, Mr. Puryear. Lynda told me that so probably everybody knows that.

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Yes, you would have to pay me to do that, if you really did want me to do that, although I seriously doubt that you would really ask me to take on some stupid hassle when nobody will have my back anyway, just forget about it, and anyway I seriously doubt that I would qualify for the job of rocket scientist. Yes, why did I say that? I completely forget now what I was being asked to do, but anyway, what part of NO do you whackos not understand?

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Yes, I can see that you probably get all of your wrong information from that clueless Hopkins twit. She might have had some reason to expect an imminent proposal of marriage from Tim, but later had to settle for marriage to some other campus twit. Even so, I do not have any special insight into why that never happened. It was not anything that I said, certainly, because I have no connection whatever to their clique. It would b beneath my dignity to make any commentary on such a topic.

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Yes, what an interesting coincidence that Jennie would make an appearance hereabouts, only because her sister and family live nearby, surely not because she would ever be interested in talking to me. I was never in thick with the cheerleader gang. At that time Jennie was having private parties with the Italian girls, indoctrinating them into something else, but I could not quite hear what that was about. I wasn't really invited to the Italian party. But later Jennie went back to school and got her Ph.D. in sex, a word that I would hesitate to pronounce. Clearly, these Italian girls are not conditioned in the same way as white people.

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Yes, we have gotten the impression that you are Preppy to the core. There was at one time a Preppy fad going, with books to explain how to dress like a Preppy. At college, Jennie was considered the sample Preppy, but I myself personally had not aspired to the Preppy brand and did not read the book, only browsing at the bookstore. One can easily imagine that the contents of the Preppy character might be more complicated than merely pictures of what to wear. But anyway, perhaps the closest that I could get to that would be a librarian's credential, and why didn't I do that? A good job to be sure, but 8 to 5, although yielding the money in terms of salary, eats up most of the time on someone else's bibliographical needs from an ocean of books, not much time remaining for delving into the keys of life and carving a path directly to the Exit sign.  

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Yes, and next you will be expecting a quote from Truman, "The Buck Stops Here," and who doesn't like the idea of blaming someone else for their problems. With lot of bucks at your disposal you can keep a dark secret hidden for a very long time. Who can say when the truth would surface?

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Yes, due to being within earshot, I vaguely remember that I happened by chance to overhear something about how she was sad about having to assimilate with an inferior species, because all must merge into the national melting pot. Hmmm... And I cannot think of how to explain what she said. What species does she think she belongs to? And don't they all look the same to me? Well, not exactly. There may be varieties, to be sure, but anyway, I would rather not have to add my uninformed comment to the conversational melting pot because I did not quite understand what that was about. 

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Yes, I always did think it was healthy to have a good sense of humor, but of course some people's humor is mainly sick and not so healthy, so just to talk about humor per se is not a meaningful point to make. In fact, some humor deserves to die a merciful death, especially certain types of especially sitcom humor that is beyond its expiration date and gone flat or stale for lack of context. But who am I to say what humor should die or when that should happen? Who am I to say when the reality may finally pierce through the automated laugh track? I only laugh at comedy, I don't write the jokes. My brain does not really work that way.

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Yes, I suppose that some people are wondering why did I not protest when Carol suggested a game of spin-the-bottle with some kids on her street, all sitting around a circle in their front yard. Yes, by that time I had become very agreeable to whatever, because I had previously looked so stupid when I protested Dawn's sucking face with that creepy lowlife snob David. There were multiple reasons not to encourage that, but, oh well. Later, everyone was just angry at me so I guess that I should just not say anything in future, just let those brats run wild, nobody cares anyway, why should I stick my foot in their mess.

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Yes, what are they going to do about all this clutter of Darwinian crockery laying about? It is amazing how fast a tea cup can spin on the Mad Hatter's ride at Disneyland/world, but you have to have a partner who can help synchronize hand movements, not much traction to be gotten with a devolved swamp creature for a partner.

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Yes, I vaguely remember noticing that your dearest Stephanie was trying to pick a fight with me, and I was studiously trying to avoid any hint of conflict because, anyway, I doubt that any fight would end well for me, given that I do not have  vast fortune at my disposal to command whatever I want, in contrast to the pompous arrogant Stephanie.

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Yes, it would seem that we are hearing about how someone was concerned when my great-grandfather, a butcher by trade, married my great-grandmother, who was of a seamstress of Smith ancestry. Hmmm.... Who knew back then that some other unrelated whackos seem to imagine themselves somehow included in the deal. Actually, I might be a little disappointed now to learn some aspects of that. But anyway it is not your place to be talking about my great-grandmother's mother's maiden name. It is not your credit card transactions and/or identity paperwork.

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Yes, I see that you do not work for me, and I also do not work for you, so that amounts to "Even Steven," in a manner of speaking. How can you not "get" that? Besides which, I don't actually have any team. I just think the universe should revolve all around me, as opposed to the universe that revolves all around you.

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Yes, and it would seem needlessly redundant to point out that Faulkner never won a Nobel Prize in her entire life, thus she has no reason bo boast of anything along those lines. Sometimes people just enjoy hearing themselves talk.

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Yes, we have recently learned that you are a witless moron who lives by the book of Chekhov. You may try to categorize women as the "Darling" to be exploited, the "Chorus Girl" to be spurned, or the "Lady with the Dog," a guilt trip. But why should we adopt the sickness of a sick man, whose writings reflect the usual skewered reflections of a sinful existence without hope of salvation. Yes, I also enjoyed watching Star Trek, but Chekhov just was not that important in the whole scheme of things.

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Yes, I can be glad that my salvation is not dependent on the backstage machinations of some horrid politically drunken people who I don't even like and who never do anything helpful. Wasn't one lousy Napa valley soap opera enough for those road hogs? Having already opened the door to Jesus who knocks at the door, I can know that I know that my life is redeemed, notwithstanding the idiotic rantings of some horrid persons who wish me ill. Needless to say.  

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Yes, I vaguely remember, during my first newspaper job, some anonymous person called in a tip, and I answered the phone, and he was saying that he had witnessed a KKK lynching somewhere recently, it wasn't clear what I would be expected to say about that, does this caller-witness have a name, is there any information available, such as who, when, where, etc.? No, it was simply a vague notion of something that happened maybe. And who would I call to verify that? Why can't he talk to the police? I am not saying that something did not happen, but that was too much for my limited skills to handle at the time, not what I signed up to do.

But of course it is a free country. you may follow the advice, if you so choose, to "Think On." That was the motto with the gruesome head on a spike, but of course that would be a completely different story, probably no connection there, also not something that I signed up to do.

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Yes, and I suppose that next you would be providing some commentary about President George Washington cutting down the cherry tree, but of course that would have been when he was a child, not so much while serving as president of the United States. But anyway who hasn't heard that story? That is nothing new.

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Yes, it is sort of mystifying to ponder why should I care about what happens to Stephanie's reputation whenever the actual truth comes out. I  think that she should assume more direct responsibility for her idiot Spanish boyfriend, because really I don't care to be reminded of their existence, much less whatever they did at some party over there in Dummies class with Barbara Carcass, if you are only going to be that way. Worthless.  

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Yes, interesting how something that happened at my own house, with no males present at the time, should somehow migrate to the ears of some irrelevant persons for whom the matter should alwasy be of no concern. You have no context for staging a "fill in the blanks" test.  You are nothing, Mr. Zero.

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Yes, I was a bit shocked at first, about the words that they were using and then later I looked in the Spanish dictionary and found some of the words there, and so then I could see that how string together a series of obscene words in the most nonsensical and meaningless way, completely absurd.

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Yes, I was a bit shocked at first to learn that most of the guys in my high school were quite prolific sewers of the most obscene language. A continuous stream of the most crude and vulgar verbiage emanates form their lips. There probably was some philosophy connected to that, but in high school is not the time to be making a scene about those people who are best left to the fringes of decent society. Those guys had almost no vocabulary worth mentioning.

However, I had not heard anything about that mountain peak word. That was news to me. Stamp that Return to Sender.

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Yes, in order to keep my cool, I must refrain from noting the fact that there are now almost 8 billion other people on the planet, so surely Mr. Thumper could find some other victim's window to park your next to. But I am not going to again make that previous mistake of imperiously demanding your departure from my presence. Confrontation would only encourage your contrarian impulses, it would seem. But perhaps you are wanting to listen to the Thumper Rabbit song.

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Yes, it was sort of mystifying to ponder why does clueless richie frat boy not get "No" for an answer? No, we are not available.

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Yes, I think that I have provided them already with too many loopholes to be used against me, thus to exempt myself from having to socialize with those dreary bores in future. No more loopholes will be provided now that I am in a sort of lockdown mode, no openings will be made available to the enemy, There is only so much abuse that one can reasonably be expected to tolerate in one lifetime. I already told you that "Society is corrupt," and you sneered, as if that were not true.

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Yes, I remember that at about the time there was an earthquake in Nicaragua, the Sanchez came by our house to say something about how they were going to go there to help with the relief work. So that's nice. And I said something to Carol that set her off in a snit, I can't quite remember what I said, and, Ok, fine, if you are going to be in that snitty way, I am going to be quite relieved later, after returning to my own home county, to be rid of these dreary roadhogs, because I can't seem to say anything right, they are clearly only waiting for some loophole in something I might say or do, by which to exalt themselves at my expense. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, it is somewhat mystifying to ponder why anyone would be expecting me to pay for the crimes of this hostile and vicious Stephanie, cavorting almost nakedly, figuratively speaking,  with John in the middle of economics class, who knows what else they did off-campus, I just have no idea.  I don't even like those guys, to tell the truth, they are the lowest level of Dummies class people. Tell Montgomery to keep her catty claws out of my back side. I don't want to hear more about that. But of course I do not want to find myself forced to gratuitously insult people who I would prefer to merely avoid. I was trying so hard to blend into the wallpaper and not to say anything so as not to draw attention to myself. How can you not see that?

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Yes, there was (past tense) a time when I was their employee/servant, and they paid me well and I have no complaints about that. However, the time of employment ceased some time ago and you probably have my farewell letter on file somewhere, so obviously I cannot reasonably count on receiving another paycheck from them in future, so while I may wish them well, and wish I could be more helpful someday because I do believe in their mission, still I am no longer at the office answering phones and processing paperwork, so yes, aren't we all servants in another sort of allegorical sense, but anyway there is no contract of employment at the moment requiring my abject servitude. Slavery was abolished for all races, was it not?

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Yes, during the year that I was in 8th grade, Susie and Sammy were there also, Susie being in the 9th grade that year, because her brother had flunked third grade, and anyway one day my sister and I were talking to Susie and telling her that she was our best friend, and then she started counting down her friends, and we were numbers 13 and 14 or somewhere thereabouts, her best friend being her 9th grade classmate Josephine, a Filipino girl of whom I remember almost nothing, other than that during one school program she performed a tricky bamboo dance from her native land. Beyond that I have no memory of Josephine, so in terms of friendship Josephine would be simply a big fat zero, not that it wasn't interesting to watch her dance while avoiding getting her feet stuck in the swishing bamboo sticks. One can easily imagine that those Filipino peasants would get a thrill out of that sort of thing.

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Yes, I am somehow reminded of poor little Buttercup, a joke about my cousin that I had not heard in a long time and cannot remember now what was your point anyway.

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Yes, bur of course, none of this twaddle changes the fact that I had already won the second grade spelling bee. The trophy yet sits there on my shelf with my name engraved on it, not yours.

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Yes, I vaguely remember that I was hearing quite a hullabaloo about Dutch, even though we have no Dutch in our family tree. I cannot even imagine why I would need to discuss something with the Dutch. Yes, there was a point someone was making about Dutch doors being only half open, because that is how Dutch doors are. Yes, I have seen Dutch doors before myself, so I really did not need your gratuitous explanation of what is a Dutch door. And why is Ms. Notman imagining that we are going to "get" her joke about Jane Wyman? I was never any huge fan of "Falcon Crest," so we don't "get" it, actually. And if I did vote for Dutch, I would have that in common with millions of other landslide Americans, so nothing special for me to say about that. Needless to say. Huh? 

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Yes, these are somewhat complicated personal matters to be discussing with Gerry's idiot cousin. Needless to say.

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Yes, I noticed an interesting thing recently, which is that the Dutch word "door" is sort of what "by" is in English, so that an author of a book is a door into another dimension of human knowledge, human existence. So that's a good point that we can get from Dutch, although not so much English, because sometimes things don't appear in translation so readily, but not everyone can read the original language, so you get whatever you an get and beyond that time is short. Needless to say. Obviously.

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Yes, I do sympathize with the idea of killing the gas and oil kids,but that is a different story for another time.