Which Reminds Me

Do you really think that I am so stupid that I cannot detect your secret deal with the trailer trash Thomson family? Ha ha ha! I refuse to work for the dreary Thomson whiners. Last time I checked I am not receiving a paycheck with the dreary Thomson name attached to it so I owe you absolutely nothing and absolutely nothing is what you will get from me in regards to that. Enough said about the dreary Thomson whiners. Or was it the Kramers? I really can't tell the difference between those people. They just all blur together in my mind.

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Yes, I haven't forgotten that in maybe 10th grade English class I did an oral book report on Jonathan Swift's "Gulliver's Travels." I am not going to talk about that again, never mind that some obnoxious person is still trying to make some cheapskate points about that. It was just a book that I read, which was published in 1726 by some British, actually Irish smart alecky person who has been dead for quite a while now. Yes, I suppose that I only scratched the surface of that but time is short. I just wouldn't be worth the effort for me to do something more about that.

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During high school I and several other girls were invited to try out for Kathy's girls' baseball team. Arriving at the appointed time at the field, I was chosen to go up to bat first. Kathy was pitcher. Kathy pitched hardball while I had previously played only softball. I swung the bat three times and struck out. The other girls following me did not swing the bat and walked, because basically either way Kathy is a very lousy pitcher. And then she never said anything to us. It was just the silent treatment. Yes, if I could do that over again I would decline the invitation in the first place because anyway it just wasn't worth the effort of trying to do that. I might have easily gotten hit by those hardballs gone awry.

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Oh, did someone, maybe our English teacher Miss Marken, say something about the poem 'Casey at the Bat'? I don't know why I don't remember anything about that. It just wasn't that important, just a small poem about a baseball player, but I never did care that much about sports.

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Yes, I always loathed the stupid hospital plan. I prefer to take care of myself, thanks anyway. I always did have ten times more brains than the stupid brainless Crawley bimbo could ever imagine. I plan to leave the hospital plan behind in the dust eventually, whenever I have all my ducks in a row.

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Yes, it does blur the picture to have this evil vampire Steve attached to our family tree. I mean, who knew that Steve was the devil himself? We don't see why Steve's devilish rantings should get so much attention from the public. He just wasn't that important.

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So anyway, I can't say that it wouldn't give me pleasure to kick Dolly's stupid white trash butt to the curb because I never asked those stupid foul-mouthed people to interpose their country-fried garbage into my personal life. But anyway I don't see why I should bother myself about Tennessee. I never had any connection whatever to Tennessee, white trash or not white trash. Why should I put myself in harm's way when it was their own instigation in the first place, to answer the idiotic rantings of some stupid trashy foul-mouthed Butterfield bimbo. I just mostly ignore those dreary horrid Butterfield bimbos because they are so full of themselves and not much else. They just think that everything is just all about them which means that everything is just a dreary boring mess. Which is why they never hear from us. Because we have our own lives independent of them.