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Offline kathyp

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Dear Abby
« on: December 03, 2007, 08:31:26 PM »
Dear Abby:

My husband is a liar and a cheat. He has cheated on me from the beginning,
and, when I confront him, he denies everything. What's worse, everyone

knows that he cheats on me. It is so humiliating. Also, since he lost his job

 six years ago, he hasn't even looked for a new one. All he does all day is

smoke cigars, cruise around and BS with his buddies while I have to work

to pay the bills. Since our daughter went away to college he doesn't even

pretend to like me and hints that I may be a lesbian. What should I do?




Dear Clueless:

Grow up and dump him. Good grief, woman. You don't need him anymore!

You're A United States Senator from New York running f or President

of the United States. Act like one!
.....The greatest changes occur in their country without their cooperation. They are not even aware of precisely what has taken place. They suspect it; they have heard of the event by chance. More than that, they are unconcerned with the fortunes of their village, the safety of their streets, the fate of their church and its vestry. They think that such things have nothing to do with them, that they belong to a powerful stranger called the government. They enjoy these goods as tenants, without a sense of ownership, and never give a thought to how they might be improved.....

 Alexis de Tocqueville

Offline Cindi

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Re: Dear Abby
« Reply #1 on: December 03, 2007, 10:59:21 PM »
Kathy, good one, hee, hee.  Beautiful day, great life.  Cindi
There are strange things done in the midnight sun by the men who moil for gold.  The Arctic trails have their secret tales that would make your blood run cold.  The Northern Lights have seen queer sights, but the queerest they ever did see, what the night on the marge of Lake Lebarge, I cremated Sam McGee.  Robert Service