Which Reminds Me

Yes, if I had known from the start that your only thought was to ruin my life, I might have said "No" to the first question, thus sparing myself the trouble of arguing with boring mindless party drones. But  not being fully informed of where I was going or why, I was a bit slow to notice some other things going on behind my back, so now there is nothing to do but dump you in the garbage later, sorry but this whole scheme is too stupid to try to explain in so many words.

And anyone conspiring with that hideous dog Robin would be automatically expelled also, so, yes, we should all carry on as if Robin never existed, which means that never happened, because it was all her plot, and I am not such a fan of this canned pineapple, with all of the original flavor almost completely gone. But for fresh pineapple, it must be a certain type of pineapple.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, these men or boys from school are so incredibly egotistical, as usual. One must be very careful not to give them the wrong impression, no encouragement whatsoever, nothing nice to say about them, because they would read too much into anything that I might say, as we know from long experience, better to just leave them in the deep freeze whenever possible.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I expect someone else to do all of this ridiculous homework without me having to lift a finger to explain anything about anything, because obviously anything produced by them would be not worth mentioning, given that it has almost nothing to do with me. But then again, sometimes I also get led astray, because, I don't know, perhaps because I am also human and because their tricky sticks are just that, more tricky than my little mind can imagine.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is a bit bothersome to see how a simple matter of translating a word, a very common and general word of no particular interest unless you are conversant in the particular street lingo of Chile or the Southern Cone, could risk bringing us into contact with such repugnant gutter-brained porno stars of zero language translation ability, whose only aspiration is to star in a repulsive porno movie. They are disgusting!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the witch chattereth on about the Great Expectations plot, as if a stopped clock were right all of the time, and not only twice a day, once again proving that a beauty Queen does not a Prophetess make, or so the script goes. And poor Miss Havisham just sits there in her rat infested hovel contemplating the moldering cake never eaten, but you have already had your cake and eaten it, too, so what is that to you?

Probably no monarch wants to share the fate of King Uzziah, who for taking upon himself the duties of a priest, when rebuked by the high priest Azariah, was afflicted with leprosy and had to live out the remainder of his reign in a separate house, isolated from society to avoid contagion, and was later succeeded by his son Jotham, according to 2 Chronicles 26. Or was it Azariah who was the king afflicted with leprosy, later succeeded by his son Jotham, as in 2 Kings 15? Either way, the fate of the leper king cannot have symbolized any great strengthening for the monarchical office of King, one can probably tend to imagine. And the office of Prophet also held no prestige. Who wants to be hounded by evil King Ahab and his wicked Queen Jezebel? A Prophet might find it preferable to hide away in some remote cavern, fed by birds, than to risk the onslaught of Jezebel, one might safely imagine, given that is how the story goes.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, so you think that you can see me. Well, the truth might even be stranger than that because we read that book a few years ago, although at the moment I have forgotten the title, maybe I will find that again someday. At the moment, I only remember that it was written by an anonymous sailor, but if you want to put your name in the blank space, well, that doesn't necessarily put yourself in the best light either.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I sort of noticed that you had mistaken for one of those Italian magazine witches who were in my high school class. Just because we were all at one time in the same classroom, that does not mean that I was paying so much attention to their magazine mutterings. I don't do that. You really should be interrogating Kathy or Joan about the details of that. It is hard for me to understand why you imagine that I would know anything about that.