What's Your Problem?
Greetings and salutations, my fellow Pajiblets. I'm not much for long introductions, and most of you are probably so blotto right now (and if you aren't, why the fuck not? It's Saturday, fer cryin' out loud) that I won't be able to hold your attention for more than 7 or 8 seconds, so I gotta get this in quick:
I've been recruited to be your host for the Weekend Comment Diversion, which is sort of like being asked to deliver communion to the sick and the shut-ins and the good-as-deads. But enough of my bullshit, you don't have time to wade through that. Let's get to the meat.
This one may become a monthly feature, if y'all like it. It's called "What's Your Problem?" and it's intended to be a sort of combination "Dear ," and "Savage Love." Got a problem with a spouse, a lover, a friend, a roommate, a co-worker, a boss, a kid, a parent, a car, a dog, a cat, a lamb, a sloth, a carp, an anchovie ...
Well, you get the idea. We're a smart bunch, and we're here to help. Chances are, some of us have been through the same thing. So you post your problem in the comments, and we'll solve it for you. We'll tell you what to do, how to do it, where to go, who you have to blow to get any fuckin' service around here.
We're Pajiblets, dammit, and we know these things!
So bring it on, we're not afraid of your silly problem. The worse, the better.
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