Which Reminds Me

Yes, I will agree that drunks and winos and boozers come in all colors and shapes and sizes. Color is not really a factor in this ongoing discussion of booze. Also, there is a certain physiology more susceptible than others to alcoholism, although that is not matter of skin color. It has something to do with the Native American population, but what would I know about that? I am not involved in the boozer industry, so that is no skin off my nose.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I remember hearing that Becky and the Stewarts or Wights have a special deal on Vanity Fair the details of which I was not informed. I once tried to read that boring novel but never got past the first chapter. Don't know when I would ever get back to that, maybe I don't need that anyway. So whatever.

Even so, there really does need to be a context for your bizarre rantings. If you are not going to explain something then we are not going to be able to excuse your extraneous Dutch vocabulary. Is that the stench of forest fire scum emanating from your ears? And then there is all that worthless Danny puke clouding the atmosphere. His mother beings Swedish seems to give him a serious attitude problem. 

Ultimately, you are going nowhere with this line of attack. We have grown bored of your stupid tricks and ultimately we already know that our salvation does not depend on your having a brain in your empty head. Our hope comes from the Lord who made the heavens and the earth. So get over yourself and cough up your real story before you self-destruct. I am only saying this for your own good.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, here in America our parents like to encourage us by telling us that we can do anything, even run for president, but of course these are idealistic platitudes that we cannot take too seriously, given that, anyway, who wants the nightmare of trying to run for president? Certainly not me. Needless to say. I certainly can say "No" if so choose.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, interesting, fascinating actually, how intensely you hate me based on whatever flimsy circumstances you may cobble together for whatever purpose you want, building perhaps upon some mysterious centuries-old colonial or ancient mythologies of no interest to me, and upon which I have not yet been rightly informed. Given that I am soon to disappear from this planet, I think that you really should make some effort to find some other form of amusement or entertainment to occupy your idle mind, that does not involve me, given that anyway I will soon be gone.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it had seemed funny at the time, to find that the STOP sign had been repainted overnight as SPOT by some college prankster who happened to be a classmate of mine, who working part-time for the college maintenance department, had access to the paint needed to make that look so official. That was one of the first things that I had noticed that morning walking to class after the great "used car lot" prank. How clever of them not to invite me to participate in their massive prank, so I guess that leaves me off the hook, which is actually sort of a relief. there being actually something angry about these pranksters who get carried away with their own self-importance, and I also learned later that there were some other not so funny parts of the prank that I had not seen myself. But pranks were quite frequent at that time in our college. Certain people apparently have an overwhelming urge to make their prankster statements.

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Yes, that was sort of annoying, the way you were often accusing me of being prejudiced against Italians, and trying to put some words in my mouth, that I am not sure quite which words they were, I have no reason to be thinking about you that way, but if you insist maybe I will find that in the dictionary eventually.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I should not need to explain that I never hand out money to these beggars. There are many drunks and winos wandering about the streets, who come to the front doors and windows begging for the mercy of God and a limosna. They are a wretched and pitiful sight to behold. However, the policy is  to never give them money. They would just spend it all on booze, thus to perpetuate their miserable condition. We are not amused. However, it is not a good idea to send them away hungry. We can at least give them a banana or some such piece of fruit. That would be the Christian thing to do.