Dwight, as you know too much talking to pagans is very bad for the brain, and the twisting and turning of logic leads to self-induced coma-like state resembling the undead of the zombies.
Obviously I was near that condition a week or so ago, and perceived that you were a minnion.
You've got to forgive me until I figure this out, o.k.? But I will now plow back into all that strange, strange dialogue and look for whatever you were saying to Christine and others that made me wonder what planet you were from, or if once again I was sleep traveling, since I clearly remember private mailing a Dwight, or two Dwights, about Christian topics? I did, didn't I? What planet is this, by the way. Since it's Tuesday, it can't be the Pliades.
:)
(That's Theater of the Absurd, in case you can't recognize the brand of humor.) |
