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Dear Morticia,
I just got an invitation to a ritzy
wedding, and wouldn’t you know, I’m supposed to bring an escort. What should I do? I’m between men right now.
Signed, Forlorn
Dear For,
Bring both.
(I never mind being between men, honey.)
Dear Morticia,
Help!
All these chores need to be done and I’m exhausted. What can I do? The baby was sick again and kept me up all
night.
Signed Tired
Dear Ti,
Sorry honey, but you married him.
Dear Morticia,
I’ve just found out that the guy I’ve been
dating is a real snake. What should I
do?
Signed, Livid
Dear Liv,
Belt him.
(Act fast: this relationship is bound to be constricting.)
Dear Morticia
I am a born again Christian and now have a
totally different perception of the afterlife.
I urge you to give up your misguided ways and find the true meaning of
life.
Signed, Second Chance
Dear Second,
No thanks.
I wanted to be born again, but Mom said No.
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