OK, ya want more? NO PROBLEM-O!
I get him to his house.
A normal person would have said "thank you," and opened the door to leave.
Oh nooo, not my new best friend, Gerry.
He wants to tell me what everybody on his street died from. See that house? That guy was only 92 and he just passed away. His wife survived him. It went like that for a bit.
Then he tells me he is a Viet Nam vet. I have a weakness for them, as you know, and a big interest in Viet Nam.
After 30 minutes of him talking relentlessly, I say, "Gerry, I am so sorry, but I have to go home. My ribit has me on a very strict schedule of eating/sleeping, and I don't want to get in trouble."
He only pushed the flasher button, NONE OF MINE, and I always have my flashers going, ribit.
I'm so horny, the crack of dawn isn't safe.
(My brothers say that, and I think it's from a movie, but I always thought it was funny!)
This is what mental illness looks like. 
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If you think education is expensive, try ignorance.
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