Dear Aunty Stanky, Nobody will ever dance with me at parties. Could it be my flatulent knickerbockers? Sincerely, SOLO IN SANTA MONICA Dear So-low – Men are pigs, let’s face it. So you have pungent pantaloons, so what? Maybe your leiderhosen are laden, who cares? Frankly, you’re too good for these cretins anyway. I suggest […]

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