Mother, May I Sleep with Treacher?

Ray Smuckles just put up his first advice column, and he answered Layne's letter. Lucky duck. Well, here was mine, before it went into Ray's round file:

Subj: Dear Ray's Place
Date: 6/5/2003
From: [Me]
To: [Cartoon cat that wears a thong and can operate a computer]

It seemed like a good idea at the time, but I don't think my crushing loneliness means I deserve to walk around with a rubber spatula up my rear end for the rest of my life. It's wedged in there pretty good. How do I get through this without a lot of embarrassment and paperwork?

Signed,
J.T., New Sadness

Guys?

Posted by Jim Treacher at June 11, 2003 05:31 PM