Stop telling the same damn stories

When some people’s names are mentioned only one story ever comes up.
My father told me about a man who would periodically walk through town naked and preach about Judgement Day,
near where DEKA used to be.
That man might've liked oranges and kept a diary.
Perhaps nude preaching wasn’t the highlight of his day.
He could've thought I’ll get this done and then go home and feed the cat.
But no one wants to talk about eating oranges and keeping diaries and feeding cats.
Which is funny,
because why is being able and willing to do things like those every day considered less bizarre than public nakedness?
I suggest you think about it.
Because when Judgement Day comes, God will.