This is weird. Today’s Dear Abby:
Today’s Dear Annie:
Heck of a prank! How do you suppose they did it? How did these get published on the same day? It’s gotta be an inside joke or something.
This is weird. Today’s Dear Abby:
Today’s Dear Annie:
Heck of a prank! How do you suppose they did it? How did these get published on the same day? It’s gotta be an inside joke or something.
Maybe the Dear Abby column came down the pneumatic tube in the Ministry of Truth, and Winston Smith (not the doper) reversed the genders, made it into a Dear Annie column, then sent it back up the pneumatic tube.
Wow, that’s gotta be an inside job. Maybe a couple mischievious interns?
Were the responses the same?
No, not really. I won’t reproduce them here, but basically Abby told the wife that there’s nothing sinful about going to a nude beach, but didn’t recommend the sex-in-public thing because of the danger of being caught by either kooks or the cops. Annie told the husband that his wife is more inhibited than he is, and he should look for a resort that allows people who remain clothed. (I didn’t think many of them did, the rationale being that it’s more uncomfortable to be nude around people who have clothes on than when everyone else is buffo too.)
To whoever pulled this off: Bravo!
Q: If Dear Abbey goes frolicking in the woods naked, and nobody sees her wrinkled flesh-rolls bobbing, does anybody go blind?
Only if you accidentilly get ‘brain bleach’ in your eyes.
Given that Dear Abby is dead …
You’re thinking of her sister. Abby just has Alzheimer’s.
Which I guess just actually increases the likelihood that she’s out wandering around the woods naked.
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I saw that and thought it was a joke. Dear Abby, by the way, is written by the daughter of the original Dear Abby. Since Dear Annie is kind of a substitute for Dear Ann Landers, who has passed on, and Abby and Ann Landers were twins, is it out of the realm of possiblity thewriters talk to each other about the letters they get?
I read Dear Abby first, and when I flipped over to Dear Annie I thought I’d made a mistake and accidentally called up Dear Abby again. The similiarities between the letters, one from each side, as it were, are too coincidental.
And so begins the next major plagiarism scandal.
:dubious:
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