Which Reminds Me

Yes, why are those lumberjack redneck Emory boys still hovering about? One would think they would have returned to the Northwest long ago if they like it so much better there. The time is long past since I felt any obligation to drive them to their home after church. They were only in Paraguay for a couple of years and never really learned Spanish very well so any discussion of these topics would just fly over their heads. And also I have never been to South America so you really should be discussing that with the Walkers who were there.

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Yes, one thing is certain, you will never catch me smoking in high school, because I never did that. You can never catch me smoking anywhere, so just quit trying because you operations are seriously boring me. I was in the girls' bathroom changing clothes after girls' P.E. and yet I never partook of the cigarette that was being passed around the room which most of them were taking a puff on. How did I do that? I don't know. I just never tried to get into that circles. I was always on the outside looking in.
Of course we all know that Libby smokes like a fish.

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Yes, well, oh, did you have a "crush" on me in high school? I really never noticed. Who doesn't have these adolescent pangs for no rational or logical reason, although I must say that I cannot return the "crush" to you because you were never a blip in my cranium during high school. Needless to say.

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Oh, did someone not get the memo? OK, go ahead and shoot yourself , you stupid rich swine people with more money than brains to know what to do with it, you worthless Louisiana idiots!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, once again Bob's lame attempt to dump me in the same bucket with trashy dog Miriam falls on deaf ears. I cannot quite understand what (or which) thing Miriam might have said to make herself such an unwanted person at Hope headquarters, but, yes, knowing that Miriam has no brakes on her mouth and we can easily imagine that she might have said some outrageous thing with which we have no desire to be associated. Yet Bob has chosen this outrageously trashy hideous dog Miriam from Louisiana to be his personal executive secretary and babysitter, so who are we to argue with the abysmally bad taste of these stupid people of Louisiana? Ok, so I never learned shorthand. We often hear the idiotic rantings of Miriam in the background: arf arf arf. Get real.

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Yes, as usual I sit here amazed at the idiotic rantings of New York, given that I cannot imagine there being any points of significance to discuss with those persons of whose existence I am not aware and to whom I have not the slightest connection.

There you are fabricating fictional myths and stories about the promotion of birth control, a cause of no particular concern to me. There was nothing to do about that. Thus, I can now yet more clearly see no reason to let you perturb my equanimous composure with your idle speculations and gutter-brained blatherings. How can I repent of something that never happened?

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Yes, perhaps some annoying people ought to be deported to Honduras, although I am not sure exactly what happened. It is only an instinctive knowing that something is not quite right about that. Why should I care about fighting somebody else's Civil War? Chile v. Argentina? Honduras vs. Salvador? They all look the same to me. Let somebody else figure that out.