LETTERS DEAR ABBY ADMITTED SHE WAS AT A LOSS TO ANSWER

 
Dear Abby, A couple of women moved in across the hall from me.  One is a middle-aged gym teacher and the other is a social worker in her mid twenties. 

These two women go everywhere together and I’ve never seen a man go into or leave their apartment.   Do you think they could be Lebanese?
 
Dear Abby, What can I do about all the Sex, Nudity, Fowl Language and Violence on my VCR?
 
Dear  Abby, I have a man I can’t trust.  He cheats so much, I’m not even sure the baby I m carrying is his.
 
Dear Abby, I am a twenty-three year old liberated woman who has been on the pill for two years.  

 It’s getting expensive and I think my boy friend should share half the cost, but I don’t know him well

enough to discuss money with him.
 
Dear Abby, I’ve suspected that my husband has been fooling around, and when confronted with the evidence,

        he denied everything and said it would never happen again

Dear Abby, Our son writes that he is taking Judo.  Why would a boy who was raised in a good Christian home turn against his own?
 
Dear Abby, I joined the Navy to see the world.  I’ve seen it.  Now how do I  get out?
 
Dear Abby, My forty year old son has been paying a psychiatrist $50.00 an hour every week for two and a half years.  He must be crazy.
 
Dear Abby, I was married to Bill for three months and I didn’t know he drank until one night he came home sober.
 
(I love this one!!) Dear Abby, My mother is mean and short tempered.  I think she is going through mental pause.
 
Dear Abby, You told some woman whose husband had lost all interest in sex to send him to a doctor. 

                Well, my husband lost all interest in sex and he is a doctor. Now what do I do?
 

  

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A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by hand. 

He notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript. So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies. 

The head monk, says, ‘We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son.’ 

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn’t been opened for hundreds of years. 

Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot . . 

So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing. 

‘We missed the R !  

We missed the R ! 

We missed the R !’ 

His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old abbot, ‘What’s wrong, father?’

With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, ‘The word was...