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Needless to say, we have no swingers at all in our family tree. I don't really need to clarify that point, obviously, but perhaps someone out there has somehow gotten us confused with those vulgar Krace swingers whose depravities have now shocked us all. We would rather not claim the swinger Krayce family as college classmates now that we know the full story of their sick minds but back in the old days we did not know that Larry Chump had so many mental problems.

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It is a bit awkward, this "Joe-Dee" pretending to be an heir of ours. He is an impostor, an interloper. He is nothing and his children will not inherit ours, never mind about all of this fanfare of verbiage.

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Why all this histrionics about being watched at all times? So what if someone is always watching me? Wasn't it I myself who told you that very same thing? I am the one who told you that God is always watching you and sees everything that you do even when no one is watching, even when you think that you are all alone and nobody can see you. Even when you think that you have me and everyone else fooled God knows what you are doing behind my back. That's what I told you. So get that straight in your sick mind.

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It is hard for me to understand why Pam is so concerned about Anna Bowen. I do remember that some people at Evangel were plotting against her for being so weird but I don't remember all of the details of that or who it was, just that some people were saying that they really going to make her life miserable for having kissed another girl during initiation week. Yes, well, she was weird. I really can't bring myself to defend her. And then shouldn't the Gonzalez apologize to me for their lesbian daughter Ana Ruth who grabbed my hand during church on Sunday morning and wanted to hold hands with me? What was I supposed to do about that? I don't like being touched by girls. It certainly wasn't my idea. It seems very icky and insulting to me that the Gonzalez family would be pretending that it was the other way around when they know very well that their own daughter Anna was very weird. They insult me too much. Anyway, I won't have anything else available for their graspy hands.

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I went early or late to attend that church business meeting and see what was going to happen and pastor said to let me vote even though I had been gone for a while and had not been back very long. So I did vote although it really did not matter. The vote was unanimous anyway as usual. It is not like anyone dares to disagree with pastor's proposal and expect to get along well at church later. Anyway, so what? Who would know that except for maybe that shrill nasty witch, the pastor's secretary, whom nobody actually likes other than pastor. But if pastor likes you that is all that matters for job security purposes.

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Here is an interesting question: Why is all the hush money goings to the trashy sluts of New Orleans? I did not get a college degree to spend all of my time cleaning up the garbage left behind by the swaggering idiots of Louisiana. I never liked them anyway. Obviously. Needless to say. I probably could keep going for a long time on this garbage, and yet even if I lived to the age of 100 I probably would never reach the bottom of the barrel and it is just not fair to expect me to do this. I can't just live without income from somewhere. I should not be expected to live like the family dog, just expecting the bowl to be refilled perpetually. I have to buy new shoes. I have bills to pay. Where is my check? I need it now.

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Speaking of the Bay Area, sometimes I think I here Cynthia Jackson's chatterbox voice in the background but perhaps I am just imagining that. Anyway, it's not like CJ ever had anything to say to me. She is just one of those talkative people who exude an impression of knowing something by their many words even though they don't actually know anything.