pick a card, any card.
i am sorry, but i do not engage in such nonsense.
come on, be a good sport for once in your life.
i must admit i have not the heard the foolish expression “good sport” in many years.
does it bring back fond memories of happier, simpier times?
there were never any happier, simpler times.
happier, simpler people, maybe.
yes, who contributed in no uncertain measure to the wretched situation we find ourselves in today.
what is wretched about it? are you freezing to death? are you starving?
starving for a breath of sanity, maybe.
what an old grump you are. are you sure you do not want to pick a card?
is there any purpose to this picking of a card?
i am trying to write a story.
and this picking a card will help you write your story?
that is what the gypsy said.
well, in that case it must be true. what are you going to do with the story, once it has been written?
i am going to sell it to hollywood or fox network for a billion dollars.
that sounds optimistic. and how much do i get, for picking the card?
half.
you promise?
on the grave of my old dog blue.
in that case, i consent.
here you go, pick a card.
the card is - the queen of diamonds.
the queen of diamonds - that signifies the letter “l”.
so now you have your story?
i have the first letter of the story.
i suppose that is a start. so what is the story?
later that night, after burying the body of the old lion tamer, leonard made himself a caesar salad.
that is a stupid story.
why? what is wrong with it?
nobody ever makes themselves a caesar salad, you just buy them in supermarkets and restaurants.
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