9 Chickweed Lane by Brooke McEldowney for July 05, 2008
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Dear ask auntie ethel: it has come to my attention that you are vending advice to the unwary under the guise of being a kindly agony aunt. Whereas, in point of fact, you are nothing but a huge, malodorous caricature of a human being, eating bonbons and stroking a pug while a stable of hack ghost writers churn out this sewer of dreck you call a column. Thorax: They're onto us, pap. Man: Oh, yeah...sell the drug cartel. You said...bad advice in newspapers is where the doubloons is at, you said. I swear, I'm beginning to regret the day I named you Ethel.