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June 27, 2006

Dear Abby Fool

I’ve been kind of bored with the whole law thing lately, so I’m thinking about applying to be an advice columnist. I don’t know if I’d be good at that job or if anyone would hire me, but I’d like to give it a shot.

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Dear It’s Not You, It’s Meow,

First, your name is idiotic. Don’t ever write me again if you’re going to use that stupid name.

Second, remember that relationships are all about love and caring.

Third, your homeboy sounds like a real douche bag. Grow a backbone and tell Joe the Douche Bag that there is only room for one pussy in the bedroom, and its name isn’t Morris or Garfield. If that doesn't provide him with enough bedroom pleasure, he can go straight to hell.

Fourth, when Douche Bag Joe breaks up with you - and he will break up with you - try not to use food as a substitute for love. Meth is a much better choice, and it’s not as addictive.

Fifth, are you such a loser that you don’t have one friend who could have provided an answer to this idiotic question? Did you really have to write some stranger with a newspaper column to help you? You’re worse than a Dr. Laura caller.

Sixth, thank you so much for writing. My readers' letters are so special to me. Good luck to you. I'll be thinking about you and Joe and praying for a wonderful resolution and blissful future for you guys.

~Fool

If you have a question you’d like the Thinking Fool to answer, write him at ThinkingFool at gmail dot com.

Posted by fool on June 27, 2006 12:07 AM

Comments

I wonder if what would happen if we (by we I mean, me) just grew a backbone and started talking to our clients this way? hmmmmmm I am quickly reaching that burnout mid-point (the "trough") that might just allow me to throw caution to the wind and start speaking my mind. I'll let you know if I am disbarred.

Keep up the good work.

Posted by: KT at June 27, 2006 10:26 AM

I'm with you on this one. People who have to write in their problems to an anonymous third-party are totally weak.

That being said, I have this "friend,"....

Posted by: The BLS at June 27, 2006 10:59 AM

Dear Fool,

My girlfriend and I like the rough stuff. I find that sometimes, when she is fisting me, our engagement ring gets lodged several inches into my anus, resulting in a painful (and embarassing) visit to the emergency room.

I would prefer she not remove the ring, as it is a symbol of our love and fidelity and I find the abrasive surface arousing.

Do you have any isea about a non-toxic epoxy or glue that can be applied to the ring to prevent removal, but can easily be removed later with an alcohol-based solvent?

It's not Me, it's Ow.

Posted by: Jason C at June 27, 2006 12:01 PM

hah, TF, at least you don't sugarcoat anything. that may or may not be a good thing . . . and i wonder if joe wouldn't just settle for a teddy bear or something? sounds like he enjoys cuddling with small creatures.

jason, i don't mean to take this one away from TF, the eminently superior advice-giver, but . . . if your gf has two hands, maybe she could just use the other one?

Posted by: LM at June 27, 2006 02:11 PM

If TF doesn't mind, I'd like to field one.

Dear It's Not Me, It's Ow,

Do you live in Utah, or is your girlfriend part of a multiple marriage culture? If the answer to both of these questions is no, then there's a good chance that your girlfriend has a hand that does not have an engagement ring. For example, if she wears that ring on her right hand, then take a close look at the left hand.

Also, make sure that the hand lacking the engagement ring can be clenched into a fist. Plug away! And thanks for writing.

Posted by: Neel Mehta at June 27, 2006 02:45 PM

hm. i missed the becoming-aroused-by-the-ring bit. i guess my suggestion - use the other hand won't prove satisfactory.

i bet TF has an acceptable solution, though. or, neel's fist suggestion might work.

Posted by: LM at June 27, 2006 06:28 PM

neel's fist suggestion might work

In any other context, that would be a typo.

Posted by: Neel Mehta at June 27, 2006 08:12 PM

Dear It's Not Me, It's Ow,

Dr. Laura would be able to answer your question better than I can (and she's got the photos to prove it). Between 3 p.m. and 6 p.m. Eastern Time, give her a call at 1-800-D-R-L-A-U-R-A.

Short of that, I heard Elmer's does wonders.

~Fool

Posted by: Fool at June 27, 2006 10:31 PM

I feel dirty now.

Posted by: teahouseblossom at June 28, 2006 07:04 AM

I have read some of these answers and ideas for your problem. I think the best solution is to change your method of arousal. A big black cock will give you the same stimulation without costing you half of your income and your freedom.

Posted by: pretty at June 29, 2006 01:09 PM

Dear Fool,

Solving this problem is very easy. She's trying to make sense out of Joe's relationship with his cats. She’s even drawing a line in the sand. Given that choice, the cats will win. She needs to keep in mind those cats are his kids. What she needs to do is instead of trying to understand her divided relationship with Joe; is to have a better understanding of how Joe’s cats think. They will always sleep in the same room with Joe. Put them out of the room and they will just bang on the door all night. What they want is to be near Joe and high off the floor. Cats like to look down on things. Such arrogant creatures they are. Put a couple carpet wrapped pedestals near the window in your bedroom. They won’t bother you all night. They’ll be to busy looking at birds and other critters that come by the glass. Then all she has to do is make sure Joe is pretty sleepy for the rest of the evening.

Good night.

Brett in Scottsdale…

Posted by: Brett at June 29, 2006 02:50 PM

I think Pretty's suggestion is the best one so far.

Posted by: Fool at June 30, 2006 12:07 AM