
Dear Miss Fiend,
I'm in love with someone, this person knows my ins, my outs, my highs, my lows, the good and the bad. I call her my parentIts like they're my other half. But I feel like no one understands our LOVE. if i didn't have this job, well dopefiend, I don't know what else I'd do to find a love like this. Help!
signed,
dazed and concruised in los angeles
Dear fsdk3,
i caint understand what the hell you talkin bout but i do know thats one ugly azz heffa. wheh you fine her frum? dayum. lookit heah, im a crack head. alls i know is crack. if you tryn to get some words of encouragment you dun come to da wrong place. aight patna...but you aint got no friends..aint no way that woman love you. you just a little thang...plus she da one...whutchu need to be doin is analyzing yo self. ive deliberated to the conclusion that you are a homosexual with an anger problem. now.....
which way to the bafrum?

yours in cracky deliciousness cause you know its good,
anita loquashia hitt