Dear Poker Pete,
Look, mate, I’ve been trying to reach you for three weeks ever since the last game. You owe me your watch, hiking boots and all of your house except for the garage and deck. It’s time for you to pay up. I’ve telephoned, come by your place, been down to the race track and even sent a courier to your office with a notarized letter asking that you pay up. Seriously, mate, I’m bloody well looking forward to hanging ‘round my new den.
Miser Bob
Leftwich, UK
Dear Axes & Alleys,
I know you’ve received a ton of mail about this, but I just wanted to drop you a line about your discussion of breasts a couple of months back (Volume 456-BR7, Issue 17). My girlfriend had always complained to me about how I felt about her breasts. She was under the impression that I didn’t like them, even though I’ve paid them a lot of attention. I’m not sure what her hang up was, but I showed her that article just to prove that I loved them. She also enjoyed the pecs at the end of the article. Thank you for saving my relationship. Thank you for saving my life!
Elmer Holmes Bobst
New York, NY
Yo A&A,
That Katie Stalin is really amazingly hot. I wanna roll around in some nacho sauce with her, if you catch my meaning. If you don’t, what I mean is that she has amazing analytical skills when it comes to sociology.
Peace out,
Trent McNally
Chicago, IL
