Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting question to ponder, if I should decided to spend an enjoyable summer adding to my language skills at a low-cost or free community college, how. could that bother anyone? What could possibly go wrong? Why would anyone care about that? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that some persons were threatening to sell me down the river into New Orleans, which to me sounds like an empty threat given that I actually have no plans to go there. Whatever you are doing in regards to that will have to be done without any help from me.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that Ed was an prominent example of dull and uninteresting Frenchman. He married Miss Robertson but that did not seem to last but a few years, and then i heard that they were divorced, and then he made a big turn and converted to an Edgar Cayce devotee at his Virginia Beach campus, which means that he previous experience in the Christian world was terminated. How did this clueless Kim not get the memo, that Ed is no more, Ed a persona non grata in Christian circles? No one here knows what happened to Ed after that. He just disappeared into La-la land.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that when I was an adolescent, and looking at pictures of potential fashions, I liked the idea of wearing my hair in a flip. It looked good in the pictures of hair flips but for some reason my hair was never all that cooperative with the idea of a flip. My hair definitely has a wave but I would not exactly call that a flip. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, you really should organize yourselves into some logical order. Beyond that, I really could not care less now about keeping track of his various former girlfriends and love interests and/or crushes. It was only because he was talking about her that any commentary was offered by way of awkward conversation and/or small talk, and even so I have no memory now of who she was or even what was her name. I never thought about her again. Who cares now? 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is sort of funny to remember what standing in line meant down there versus here in the U.S. Down there when you go to the snackstand and at certain times there is a huge mob of people clamoring to buy something and only two or three attendants, so you have to get their attention somehow and the whole scene gets quite unruly with people screaming and pushing themselves in front of other people and so forth. Traffic signs were few there. And then you come to the U.S. and you are expected to stand in line and wait patiently for your turn, even Disneyland has ropes for you to organize yourselves into a chronological order of logical sense. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit puzzling to ponder how does that vulgar Honduran Lunatic get off pretending to be a U.S. citizen, much less get elected to Congress. But anyway, who wants to be mistaken for one of those mutated Latina monsters? You probably get all of your wrong information from Bobby's Mexican ex-girlfriend, Cindy Lopez. Not that I care.