previously, on stAllio!'s wAy, weEkly serMons:

in the first week of our pick your own topic contest, stAl!y & brew donkey battled the minions of the evil stripe shirt/sweaters, narrowly escaping the claws of their fashionable eyewear. then, ducking into an alley, they stumbled across gator, who was fatally wounded by a horde of barettes. as his dying wish, gator asked stAllio! to tell him a tale from stAl!y's own life, which he movingly delivered as gator passed away in his arms. now filled with rage, stAllio! is prepared to meet his enemy head-on.

& now, the smashing finale...

sis wrote

I am terrible at this but things that interest or piss me off in no particular order.

Things Scottish
Please you can't say please or Thank you of get the hell out of the way
my job
my boyfriend moving to Reno
the state of Nevada
Roulette

more to follow
sis 

okay, that's a big list but i'll try to cover it.

things scottish: sorry, can't help you much here. um, kilts? bagpipes sound... interesting. haggis sounds disgusting... but distinctive! different! go scot! okay.

Please you can't say please or Thank you of get the hell out of the way: yes, it's a shame about the decay of manners in the light-speed world of today. people seem to think it's okay to bump into you & shove you around & kick you & pull out your hair & take cell samples & not even go through of saying, "excuse me", or "i'm sorry". even if you don't mean it, at least say it. that's the fun of manners: the sarcasm. what i can't stand is "my fault", like that's some sort of replacement for "i'm sorry." acknowledging guilt is not the same as repentance. when i hear "my fault" i think, "duh, i know it's your damn fault!" why, i remember back in the war, before any of your parents even had twinkles in their eyes, people used to behave civilly. if someone shot you, he right well said "sorry old chap" immediately & rushed to your aid if he had the time. things were proper in those days, yessir. well anyway, on a similar note my father once said he doesn't care for "no problem" instead of "you're welcome", which is something i say all the time. so maybe it's all just a generational change. who knows? maybe as backlash, our kids'll be superpolite!

my [sister's] job: yes, well... my sister has an office job working for a famous steakhouse chain. it seems interesting yet boring at the same time. sort of like my job: some days are almost fun, some are tedium. okay, subject covered.

my [sister's] boyfriend moving to Reno: well, why not? it's the biggest little city on earth, or some silly slogan like that. i'm afraid i don't have any expertise in this area, as i've never held a mate long enough to worry about her moving. but he seemed like a good guy. anyway, now you know. sympathy email to eregina3@yahoo.com

the state of Nevada: ah, nevada. legalized gambling & prostitution. gold layered upon neon. if it weren't in the desert i might be there already. not that i'm much of a gambler. or that i really care for gaudiness.

Roulette: having never been to nevada, i've never had the joy of playing roulette, but i've seen it tons on the tube. it seems like one of the riskiest, most pointless games of chance. i suppose it's more of a rush than a lottery ticket, but still. you can't even do research like you could with horse racing. there's no way to check your progress, as in card games. spin the ball, lose the money. bye bye, money! i'll miss you! write me!

whew! well, i made it out of this adventure in one piece! thus ends the pick your own topic contest. tune in next week for more dazzling excitement at

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