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Scientology
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infopegasus.net's newest feature is a first -- a reverse advice column where readers provide advice for the columnist. Enter your advice on the comments below:
DEAR READER,
Last month I was in a bar and the most gorgeous blonde came up to me and started a conversation. To our surprise, we went to the same college, even though she didn't seem to know anyone who went there or even what her major was. She suggested that we head home for some "hot sex" and I eagerly agreed. While we were walking through a back alley get to my car, she hit me in the head with a hammer.
I woke up hours later in a pool of blood. My keys, wallet, and car were nowhere to be seen. I crawled out of the alley and several passersby rushed me to the hospital where I was diagnosed with a fractured skull and a severe concussion. I went home to discover my house was robbed of everything, including the furniture and fixtures.
Since then, my car and belongings have not been recovered. The blonde had given me her number that fateful night but it doesn't seem to work. In addition, the operator told me that "555" is not a valid prefix.
My question is, do you think that she still likes me? I really want to make this relationship work but I don't know what to do with her playing hard-to-get.
Sincerely,
TENNISAURUS REX
My father was a tough son of a bitch. When I would hear children …