Dear John:

Dear John, I regret to inform you that your blathering Boobies has gone to the AirPort and was bagged by a blazing Busman. We cannot do anything about this, but can allow you to clink the blazing Busman, either at the AirPort or maybe at ArmyTent if preferred. We feel bridally bored about this, and quite understand your need to coke the blathering Boobies charmingly. Hide it by the canine Beach for example, or both take a holiday at the jabbering Doctor'sSurgery until you both feel grumbly better.

And finally...

Quick, kids! Your mother is about to flame someone!

(Friday, 23 October, 2026.)

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Dear John:

And finally...