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WOES A PLENTY?? LOOK NO FARTHER THAN CALAMITY JOAN, AUNT-O-AGONY EXTRAORDINAIREY |
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Joan. A problem, arisen it is. Father of three (although it feels like three-score-seven sometimes!!!!) No. June is six, Paula five and Tybalt-Ye-Strongfeld eleven!! Are you kidding me??? A pickle. |
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Harry Herold |
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Harry, I didn't get my life, this job, this monocle without hard work and a little luck. Roll a dice, pick a card - the future is none the less misty. |
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Calamity. |
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Dear Joan,����� What with two strapping kids and all, the wife and I decided last Christmas that we could well do with two young pups.� So, having purchased said canines, they were released unto kids (Hazza and Pheebie) and much joy ensued.� For a while - then things turned sour.� It turns out that old muggins 'ere is allergic to dogs over 2kg.� Ahem... Monsieur: une probleme.� With dogs (Buggy and Bouncer) fast approaching critical weight, yours truly is in, ahem, something of a quandary.� Being a dog lover, I am loathe to dispose of these adorable whippets, and to do so would break the kids' hearts.� So should I grin and bear it, or just scrap the ruddy hounds? |
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Yours Expectantly, |
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[Real Name: Boris Mississipi] |
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Boris, Please, please, please, don't put yourself at risk.� A hound's love is worth any number of infantile quandification |
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Take Care, |
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Calamity. |
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Dear Joan, |
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Terry, |
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Even if you had a head the size of a hound. Many people go through a cake or two. |
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A hot hunk clocked me in my togs. |
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Yours, |
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Yours truly. |
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Terry "Antwerp" Siney |
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Joan |
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Dear Joan, |
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What the... I open the window and see a sweet, sweet blanket of snow.� In all honesty, have we a path to turn to...? |
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Unfortunately, Portillo is a cucumber. A response? |
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Tippett |
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L.P. of Northern England |
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Dear Tippett, |
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L.P, |
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For goodness sake, get your act together.� A woman's work is never done, so pull your bloody socks up and get a move on.� There's enough wrong with this land without the chattering classes creating problems all of their own.� |
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Please don't ignore the fact. Many roads maketh the basket, and the basket in this case is Portillo. I hope you will. I will. |
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Regards, Joan. |
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Yours Hopefully, Joan |
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