Aaaaargh! Do you really want to go prancing around Las Vegas with the kind
of loser that could win your impossible plagiarism contest? I went online to
figure out who you plagiarized, thinking it would only take a day or two to
track down the authors of the responses in your plagiarized column. Twelve hours
later, I gave up. The only person who could win this contest is some professional
research geek! Not cool, Dan! Devise a new, winnable contest or you’ll be heading
to Las Vegas with someone who’s a TOTAL GEEK! Is that what you want?!
I said the plagiarism contest was tough, CF, and that’s why I made the prize package so spectacular. (That prize package again: Three days in Vegas, at the Bellagio, with the flight, food, gambling, booze, and hookers all on me.) I’m certainly not going to take...
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...food, gambling, booze, and hookers all on me.) I’m certainly not going to take someone to Las Vegas based on his or her ability to type a few lines into a search engine. Shit, I might as well have a “tie your own shoes” contest.
I just want to let you know that there is a website that searches for plagiarized
items. It’s called “turnitin.com.” Schools and universities use it to catch
students. Your contest might be a lot easier than you think.
Read on, Nancy.
I submitted your plagiarized answers to a plagiarism search engine (www.turnitin.com)
and ran it through some plagiarism-detecting software (EVE2, available at www.canexus.com/eve),
and they both came up blank. Rest assured that the Internet will be of no help
Nice try, Teach.
Where do you get your information? I’m referring to your reply to Montana
Momma’s letter and your comment, “One of the main features of homosexuality
is promiscuity.” You are so wrong! My partner and I have been in a monogamous
LTR (Life Time Relationship) for 18 years. My partner and I are homosexuals,
and you do not have the right to speak on our behalf–you are not the spokesperson
for our community!
Itchy & Scratchy
Did you finish reading the column you’re complaining about? Apparently not, I&S, or you would know that I didn’t write the response to Montana Momma. Like all the responses in that column, the advice to Montana Momma was lifted from a book by some other advice-monger, a fact revealed at the end of the column. The next time you feel your panties crawling up your cracks, I&S, finish reading the column before you bang out an angry letter, okay?
Call me square, but I’m concerned about the people who wrote you the letters
that you used for your contest. If they wrote you a letter, seriously asking
for advice, is it a good idea to use their letter as part of a joke? You said
at the end that the letters were written by your readers. Granted, none of the
letters would normally have been answered in your column, so the authors didn’t
miss anything. I’m just concerned that they’re gonna be a little pissed off.
People send letters to advice columns to get advice from a disinterested third party. And what is advice? According to The American Heritage Dictionary, advice is an “opinion about what could or should be done.” The people whose letters I used in the plagiarism contest got what they had coming–the opinion of a disinterested third party–they just didn’t get the opinion of this disinterested third party. If the people whose letters I used are pissed, well, they’re free to file a complaint against me with my profession’s governing body, the Advice Columnists’ Association of North America. Complaints should be directed to ACANA’s current president, Judith “Miss Manners” Martin, c/o email@example.com.
Fitting in with your plagiarism contest and its “catch me committing a
crime” theme, Dear Abby turned in one of her readers who wrote to her about
his attraction to his girlfriend’s young daughters. What do you think about
this? Would you turn in someone who wrote to you about doing something illegal?
Safe With Dan
If I called the police every time someone doing something illegal sent me a letter, I would be on the phone with the cops 24 hours a day. More than half my mail is about sodomy of one sort or another, SWD, and sodomy is illegal in a lot of the places where my column appears. And shit, I often read my mail while I’m doing something illegal.
That said, if I were to get a letter from someone who was raping kids, I would definitely call the cops. The man that Abigail Van Buren turned in wasn’t raping kids, however, only fantasizing about raping kids, and while his fantasies were deeply disturbing, his fantasies weren’t illegal. I’m torn: In Abby’s shoes, I probably wouldn’t have called the cops. I don’t think we want people with sexual fantasies involving children to feel as if they can’t reach out for help without being exposed or arrested. But if someone with access to my four-year-old wrote a letter to Dear Abby about fantasies concerning my son, I would want her to call the cops immediately.
I refuse to believe that every single fantasy sent in was as BORING as
you say it was. What does that say about your readers? I for one would still
be interested in hearing what people had to say. I’m sure I’m not alone in this
sentiment. People took the time to share their fantasies with you. The least
you could do is print some of them.
Disappointed In Savage
Oh, all right, here’s a sample of the dull, dull, dull sexual fantasies that my readers sent in:
I am Smurfette. Gargamel has kidnapped me from Smurf Village and he keeps
me in a little birdcage. He paces up and down, describing his plans to destroy
Smurf Village forever. I am horrified, but strangely aroused. He also is getting
distracted from his plans by the thought of my small blue femininity waiting
breathlessly in the cage. Finally, he opens the cage and runs his finger up
and down my body.
Strange But True
Apolo Ohno receiving a bare-bottom spanking from Kent McCord, a.k.a. Officer
Jim Reed from TV’s Adam-12.
Go For Gold
Six women in skirts and business suits sit at an oval table discussing
crucial business matters. I crawl around under the table like a dog, sniffing,
licking, and tasting everyone below the waist.
Whacking Off Over Fantasy
I’m swimming around in the ocean when a herd of octopi pin me down with
their tentacles. A huge queen octopus starts gently suctioning on my vagina
until I orgasm. I’m scared at the beginning of the fantasy, but by the end,
I succumb to the erotic power of their undulating appendages.
Perverted Member of the Humane Society