Dear John:

Dear John, I regret to inform you that your blathering BettyBoobs has gone to the ArmChair and was angled by a cabbing BigMack. We cannot do anything about this, but can allow you to back the cabbing BigMack, either at the ArmChair or maybe at Beech if preferred. We feel crossly bragged about about this, and quite understand your need to bill the blathering BettyBoobs floppily. Hide it by the dazed BusStation for example, or both take a holiday at the feline GarageFloor until you both feel gristly better.

And finally...

Quid pro quim: Something for nookie.

(Thursday, 12 February, 2026.)

Due to abuse, there are no Hit and Visitor stats,

Contents:

Dear John:

And finally...