The old “Dear Abby” columns were good for a chuckle. Now they’ve gone to Facebook or Twitter I guess.
Well , enjoy a peek at what they used to look like back in the ’70’s and ’80’s before computers.
My husband has a long record of money problems. He runs up huge credit card bills and at the end of the month, if I try to pay them off, he shouts at me, saying I am stealing his money. He says pay the minimum and let our kids worry about the rest, but already we can hardly keep up with the interest.
Also he has been so arrogant and abusive toward our neighbors that most of them no longer speak to us. The few that do are an odd bunch to whom he has been giving a lot of expensive gifts, running up our bills even more.
Also, he has gotten religious. One week he hangs out with Catholics and the next with people who say the Pope is the Anti-Christ, and the next he’s on his knees 7 times a day with Muslims.
Finally, the last straw.
He’s demanding that before anyone can be in the same room with him, they must sign a loyalty oath. It’s just so horribly creepy!
Can you help?
Suck it up and stop whining,Michelle. You’re getting to live in the White House for free, travel the world, and have others pay for everything for you. You can divorce the jerk any time you want.
The rest of us are stuck with the idiot for 2 more years.
A Sunday Sermon should touch everyone and everyone needs a touch of religion in their life at some point. This might be just enough without causing a severe case of hives.
The old preacher was dying. He sent a message for his IRS agent and his lawyer, both church members, to come to his home. When they arrived, they were ushered up to his bedroom. As they entered the room, the preacher held out his hands and motioned for them to sit on each side of the bed. The preacher grasped their hands, sighed contentedly, smiled and stared at the ceiling.
For a time, no one said anything. Both the IRS agent and the attorney were touched and flattered that the old preacher would ask them to be with him during his final moment. They were also puzzled because the preacher had never given any indication that he particularly liked either one of them.
Finally, the lawyer asked, “Preacher, why did you ask the two of us to come?”
The old preacher mustered up some strength, then said weakly, “Jesus died between two thieves, and that’s how I want to go, too.”