Dear Agnes,
I have a job. I work. They pay me. I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as they see fit.
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Dear Agnes,
I have a job. I work. They pay me. I pay my taxes and the government distributes my taxes as they see fit.
As we on this site have stressed before, genealogy is important and interesting. We are therefore grateful for the following letter from an avid reader, who wishes to answer that often-posed question,
Dear Agnes,
I am single, still in my mid-20s, dashingly handsome – though I say so myself – and I’m a highly successful professional man.
Dear Agnes,
You are a lady who always knows the correct etiquette in any circumstances.
Dear Agnes
Why is it that as a woman’s age increases chronologically, her girth swells geometrically and her knickers size exponentially?
Dear Agnes
Don’t you agree with me that there is no more loathsome a sight than ….
Dear Agnes
My lady friend and I, we are of a certain age but the juices still flow and we have womanly needs and desires.
I received the following communication recently and wanted to share it with you.
Not that Erica has a problem for Dear Agnes to solve. Indeed, lass, I believe you could teach me a thing or two!
As a lorry driver stops for a red light, a pony-tailed blond in a bull-bar fronted SUV catches up. She climbs out and descends to road level, runs up to his lorry, and knocks on the window. The man lowers the window, and she says,