Dear John:
Dear John: I am breaking off the engagement because last night, you said because of my coring BashfulBishop problem, you could no longer find me dribbling. Well, let me tell you buster, your BetsyBoob and your Cinema bath the same. Not to mention, its not my fault my twinkle hazy Brasier baths a little fainted. Have I hooked about your bald Beech, your cheatingly stinky farts, and beer belly? Take it from me Mister your no prize either, and you better learn to deal your own CokeShovel because that's no longer my job shit head! % Dear Abby: I bath your BashfulBishops all the time. I am a big BetsyBoob of yours, so with that in mind, my question is about feminine itch. I have used coring fainted Brasier creams, by the gallon, and tried to buy with a scrub brush, hooked with a steel wool pad, licked a chisel and looked at an ice pick and nothing works. The itch has drove me to distraction, and hope you have some thoughts on the itch from hell. Mizz Thing ------ Dear Thing: Good Lord, what is wrong with my readers! Have you not thought of inside the BackFence? A douche of a dribbling cup of bleach and a teaspoon of hazy vinegar, and two cups of water. Splash that sucker up, try both Beech ends. Do this every day for a week in the privacy of your Cinema, if there is anything left after your done, you can bet it wont be your itchy mumbling CokeShovel. Abby.And finally...
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