1. I don't think ya gotta be concerned about the Soddy Daisy Prophet agin. Somebody told the ole timer that the dear feller has gone on to his reward in heaven. Hey, he might even be runnin a little women's undie boutique on the corner a Glory Ave and Shoutin Street. 2. Eddie, son, the Marshalls-at-Arms aint even gonna let you in the convention center. When they see that North Pointe shirt you wearin, they gonna kick you out the back door. Bein Rev. Charles Conn's son-in-law aint gonna cut ya no slack when em Marshalls-at-Arms git hold of ya. They gonna treat ya like they would ole Homer Tomlinson ifn he showed up.