Dear Winifred; Nov. 3

Advice (NOT good!) column!

     "Dear Winifred; I live in a small mid-western town, and have no privacy what-so-ever.  My parents barge into my room at any time, and without any warning.  I feel that now that I've turned 16, I should be left alone to make my own decisions, but my parents apparently think of me as their little boy.   I just want my privacy, but my parents don't seem to know the meaning of the word.  I'd appreciate any advice you can give me, signed Lifeless."

 

 

     "Dear Lifeless, what exactly are you doing in your room that you need to fell embarrassed about?  Maybe if you'd stop playing with the old Staff of Life for a minute; maybe think with your brain, instead of Uncle Dick, you wouldn't feel the shame (Or a least that's how you should  feel; it's abnormal and disgusting, and your parent's are right to want to make sure you pull your hand out of your pants, and act like a proper teenager, instead of the deviant pervert you apparently are.  Signed Winifred."

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

and without warning... Maybe if you'd (put down) the old Staff of Life for a minute, pulled pork sandwich, besides that kind of activity stunts your growth, but you wouldn't know that now would you?

[Michael Stevens]

No comment; thanks A.H!

[A. H. Pinley]

Was this bad suggestions? If so, let me know...

[Michael Stevens]

All I can say is that I'm only 3 foot 4; enough said?

[A. H. Pinley]

LOL! I was just kidding man! No fact behind my statement. Like telling Ralph why he can't have a BB gun, he'll shoot his eye out.

[Michael Stevens]

No offence taken, I'm actually 4-3! No, I was just trying to come up with a humorous reply; notice I said "trying"!

[Marie]

All right, how tall are you. I'm just five feet...

[Michael Stevens]

In reality, I'm 6-2.

[A. H. Pinley]

Well I'm glad you cleared that up. I was beginning to think, hmmm, hmmm... a pinch to grow an inch or the lack of...

[Michael Stevens]

Don't you wish it worked that way? Lol!