http://flounderlust.blogspot.com/2013/11/hermann-rorschach.html
Grandma was at our house once, a rare occassion given how underwelcome she was there by Mom, and we were in the living room visiting. Maybe I was ten or maybe I was fifteen. Can't recall. Doesn't matter. Grandma was talking to Dad about some woman she knew who talked a lot. "She has verbal diarrhea," G said. But I heard "purple diarrhea" and I started to laugh. G asked why I was laughing and I said purple diarrhea sounded funny. "Verbal diarrhea," she corrected me. G was a good one for correcting you. That's where Dad learned it and I got the trait from him.
People are wrong more often than they're right.
There's no such thing as purple diarrhea. Verbal diarrhea is pretty damn funny too though.
Why have you come here? What is the meaning of this visit?
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