Letters to the Editor
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oh no!
another continuing thing. am realizing I'm not so fond of things that continue unless each bit is self-contained
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Is this in the archives already?
I realise that this, too, was probably published in the eponymous and sadly out-of-print Now Endsville, but I do not remember coming across it in the Salon Archives. (If it is there somewhere, then there's no need for us to stay in suspense for the next few weeks!)
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if you really want to find Mr. Right
then you have to go to your nearest chess club and look for Mr. Right amongst the players
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archives
Don't know if it's in the archives, but my suggestion is to go on eBay and try to find a dog-eared copy of "Now, Endsville". The odd copy is out there if you're lucky.
If you've never read the entire serial, stick around. This is one of Carol's best stories.
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EEK!
Knock knock. Who is it? The right Mr. Right? Go away. I refuse. I'll kick the home door until my left toe falls off. okay. Thanks.
Oh, what wonderful hospitality.
Mr Right has green teeth, white whiskers, a bum leg,
And no Mr Ken doll. No. He has a one half in. penis?
NoWay!
Maybe he needs to drive a grey pick-up dump-truck?
Maybe he will knock on the door in his pink pajamas?
Not yet brushed the teeth, and clutching a green duck.
I am now hugging a Sigmud doll rubber piglet today.
EEK!
Go away. No. No way will you hurt my toe. No WayLay!
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wow, how old is this one?
It looks older than any story minute ever made.
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sexist
sexist cartoon.
