Which Reminds Me

Yes, you are asking whether I was elected to the board. Well, thanks for the ride. We had sparkling apple ciders for you all but we drank them all at Thanksgiving in memory of some forgotten persons. Delicious. You know the brand, but now you will need to buy your own bottles at the grocery store.  Sorry about that.

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Yes, I can see that perhaps you have some non-descript vapid Hollywood actress screeching in the background. How is that my problem? You have well earned the write to be relegated to the dreary stockyards of Kansas City, which we already armchair travel passed through a couple of years ago. Is my name Dorothy that I should contest your right to be held in a stockyard pen? No, my name is NOT Dorothy so you are NOT my problem.

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Yes, who was talking about the Oz system of witches at the four points of the compass? Would that put Mount Atlas at the center? I doubt that Methodism were responsible for that, and if that was your theory, you Methodists really do not deserve to be seen or heard from again. You deserve to be forgotten.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I am surprised that some persons have not yet heard that Helen D. Calkins died in 1980. Only recently did I learn of her existence, and even so, what is that to you? These distant relatives had their places and their times and they are gone now. No amount of conjuring is going to bring Helen back now, there is no one here to fill in the blanks. There is only one life and then the judgment, so they have gone to their places of eternal rest, of whatever description probably only they can say. I really would not care to speculate on such points.

 

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Yes, it is hard to imagine why I would ever think of socializing with that stupid little Sara Lee cheesecake, what a clueless farty tart she may be who can say, and anyway who cares. She has the vast fortunes of the Roosevelts and the Turners to disguise her tawdry non-descript past

Which Reminds Me

Yes, easy for you Spicy Hot Lee bimbos to be screeching and yodeling about nothing much, when you have the vast fortunes of the Turner and/or Roosevelt clan to cover up for all of your tawdry indiscretions. Hard to feel sorry for that. How dare you lecture me, you repulsive Turner trash!

Which Reminds Me

Yes, speaking of "heard" credits there is nothing, only my mother. I do remember while attending Evangel that down the hall lived a vicious little broomstick from Michigan, Cindy Hurd, but whatever. I do not care what those people say.