Dear Freaked Out,
Actually, I've been wondering why you haven't updated me on your fun-bad lately. I had to put a frowny-face on your file last week.
That was a typo on the plywood. The $500 bill is the correct amount.
I've been trying to figure out a nice way to say this, but I can't so I'm just going to say it: your best friend is a total slut.
Although, I do think she has lovely taste in furniture.
Doctor "I Love How You Added A Personal Touch To The Room" Liz
You're a wise (crackin) woman, Dr. Liz and also a bit of a prevaricator.
I sensed my friend was a slut and that's why I didn't mind playing around with her boyfriend. When she learned we were messin' around she wasn't upset at all. As a matter of fact, she asked if she could join us. I said, "Why? Do we look like we're falling apart?" She just rolled her eyes. Needless to say she doesn't have much of a sense of humor.
Do you think we should let her get involved in our playtime?
Yours truly,
Confuzzled