Which Reminds Me

Yes, I better things to do than hang out with thet pagan witch Carmen Benner. Disgusting! 

Always so irritating to see the uppity-up antics of the nasty Alfaro-Benner gang. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I cannot help but wonder why I should care about the restaurant industry, as if there were some reason to let the Benners share their crazy mess with us. I really do not want to be hearing about the Benner problem. I just have no idea what their problems might be.

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Yes, nobody at our house cares that much about sports, but it is true that my aunt's husband was a competitive gymnast, but he is only an in-law to us so he doesn't really represent our interests that much. Needless to say. I would prefer to not have to talk about that, because anyway sports was never my strong point. I can slug a softball far enough, but hardball just is not my cup of tea.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, and that was another annoying thing, finding all of these Honduran idiots glued to the back side of things, and they all seem to be related to our high school P.E. instructor, who seems to have forgotten that his services are at an end as far as our class is concerned, given that we graduated in the 70s.  

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Yes, I thought that our classmate Pyle had a sort of funny way of explaining the Dartmouth pile-up. She also has a story about the real Gomer Pyle, the details of which were not shared in my presence so I really cannot say that much about that. Apparently there is quite a pile-up car wreck happening up there in New England, although I never went there, so can't say much about that. Pyle is so funny sometimes, I don't know how she does that. 

You, in contrast, are so off-target you are starting to sound like a Dartmouth drunk. So it wasn't enough to steal Ann Coulter's boyfriend, now you have to make everyone else miserable as well, even though I was not really so much within earshot of that as you seem to imagine. I can't speak for some other people on these points. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely get that you may be part of that Dartmouth Pile-up that we have heard so much about. I just don't have that type of Ivy League reach, so, well, La-di-dah, I never claimed to be a sports champion anyway. I can't quite see where all of this sports fiction comes from, but that was not me. I have enough problems already without her sports problems.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is completely mystifying to ponder why I would need to pay for the crimes of Stephanie. I have no thought of their money, shared or not. I never attended their wicked party so I just have no idea what their problem is. I have no idea what they are talking about.