Dear Winifred; Nov. 25

Advice (NOT good!) column

Warning; advice given is NOT politically correct!   

 

     "Dear Winifred; I've got to get this off of my chest; I absolutely hate  the lunches my wife packs for me.  Is there any diplomatic way I can let her know without causing marital trouble?  Signed Between a Rock and a Hard Place."

 

     "Dear Between a Rock and a Hard Place, first of all, don't you mean Between a Rock and a Limp, Flaccid Place?, at least according to your wife? Now, in answer to your question; you could come home from work right after lunch and say you need to shower off the disgusting gut-juice you're now wearing after you got brave and attempted  to swallow the absolute s**t in a sandwich bag she made you for lunch; beyond that?  You're s**t out of luck there, skipper.  Maybe divorce?  Winifred."

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Marie]

He can't pack his own lunches?

[Michael Stevens]

No, he's a little slow on the back swing; he's culinarily challenged!