I impulsively collect broken calculators, and construct a robot army out of them and spare weapons from the Army Surplus store, but my wife Thelma complains. What should I do? Sic them on her?
Sincerly,
Alfred
You situation is very moving. Many a tear was shed over your delema. I can relate to both you and Thelma. I have been engaged and married several times, and each husband and fiance had thier own things that vexed me. Take Arab Bob for example. . .actually, we won't go into that. Anyways. I can relate to you also. I enjoy the wonders of autographed plungers and love to buy them frequently. I often bring my own plungers to various concerts etc. Some people don't like this habit of mine. They find the fact that my room is stuffed with plungers repulsive. They don't understand the tragities of this compulsive collecting stuff. Only you truely understand Alfred. You are my one true friend. Take comfort in the fact that you are not alone. As for Thelma, forget about her. She can always go marry a goldfish (sniff) if she so desires.
Yours Truely,
Docta Kiersto
