Readers were asked whether they would rather spend time with a Jonesing huckster, a boring, annoying banger or a righteous beetch – tied at 33 percent. Ya'll 're crazy.A Brooklyn Freudian complains that recent items in the Beagle exacerbated his propensity to roll on the floor.
A Washington, D.C. kingmaker complains that GoogleCorp forces paranoids who lived through the sixties and know this schtuff is for real with its give-us-your-vitals-or-shut-it policy to register and so forget it. You have not converted a man because you have silenced him.
The Entire Beagletarian community urges any and all comments to be aptly submitted in their unfettered condition according to emailian protocols.
A complete organizer in an anti-union state suggests that the unwelcome advances on Olive Garden of one of Hugh's Playbimbo co-wives are grist for an item, but it's too letterman for the editolerables' inscrutable tastes.
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