This is most certainly not a troll letter to get a rise out of Deidre.

Tell your brother that your stepmum is cheating with both of you.

Is she suggesting they could tag-team her?

Brazzers...

Dear Penthouse ...

As long as it stays in the family....

This seems tragically relevant.

Dear Deidre,

Every week, the Sun gives me a sack full of cash to post their sh*tty articles, including completely contrived "advice letters" on my link aggregator. I know that this activity is incompatible with integrity, and it decreases the quality of my site, but they really are pretty sizable sacks of cash, and I need beer.

What should I do?

Drew

Dear Deidre,
 
Every day when I visit, on my own free will, a popular news aggregator, I get so boffing mad to see links from a website that no one is forcing me to click on.  It's makes me so blitheringly insane to think that there are people who actually find entertainment in something I do not like, nay, even heartily disapprove of.
 
How do I get people to stop liking things that I don't like?
 
Babwa Wawa

Toshiro Mifune's Letter Opener: This seems tragically relevant.

No, this is relevant.

/Don't play this at work

Man On A Mission: Dear Deidre,
 
Every day when I visit, on my own free will, a popular news aggregator, I get so boffing mad to see links from a website that no one is forcing me to click on.  It's makes me so blitheringly insane to think that there are people who actually find entertainment in something I do not like, nay, even heartily disapprove of.
 
How do I get people to stop liking things that I don't like?
 
Babwa Wawa

Dear Deidre,

I'm having difficulty understanding the difference between a link that's greenlit because it's a legitimately popular story and an obvious fake "advice" letter greenlit solely due to a financial arrangement between a link aggregator and a content generator.

Man On A Mission

Dear people complaining about this greenlight,

Go stick a dildo up your ass, you don't have to read it, and it's not worth the energy it takes to care.

Coco LaFemme

wat do??

Brofist!

Coco LaFemme: Dear people complaining about this greenlight,

Go stick a dildo up your ass, you don't have to read it, and it's not worth the energy it takes to care.

Coco LaFemme

Hell, I'm just shocked it's not a Daily Mail article.

Dear Deidre,
 
I am convinced in spite of absolutely no evidence whatsoever that this site I visit is getting paid off by your site. It is absolutely inconceivable that the people visiting and running the site I visit might actually find what your site has to offer to be entertaining. 
 
How do I convince everyone else in the world to only be entertained by things I approve of?
 
Babwa Wawa

Dear Santa,

I want a remote controlled car, a TV and a cat.
Thank you

Slaxl

Dear Deidre,

HOW'M I DOING?

Former New York City Mayor Ed Koch

Coco LaFemme: Dear people complaining about this greenlight,

Go stick a dildo up your ass, you don't have to read it, and it's not worth the energy it takes to care.

Coco LaFemme

No no, you're doing it all wrong. You're supposed to start with "Dear Dierdre", and then continue on to the dildo-ass thing in a third voice passive aggressive way.

*sigh*

Dear Deidre,

I'm confused by the fact that some people have noticed that the more or less the same shocking advice letter involving some level of incest is posted to the main page week after week, and have tired of it.

Is there a way that I can stop others from expressing their opinions?

Winterlight & Coco LaFemme

My very dear Sarah:
The indications are very strong that we shall move in a few days-perhaps tomorrow. Lest I should not be able to write again, I feel impelled to write a few lines that may fall under your eye when I shall be no more . . .

I have no misgivings about, or lack of confidence in the cause in which I am engaged, and my courage does not halt or falter. I know how strongly American Civilization now leans on the triumph of the Government and how great a debt we owe to those who went before us through the blood and sufferings of the Revolution. And I am willing-perfectly willing-to lay down all my joys in this life, to help maintain this Government, and to pay that debt

Dear Deidre,

Now tell me who's your housekeeper and what you keep in your house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth?

What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case?

Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake it, SHAKE IT.

Ludacris

Try some different position. She sounds like a freak.

Dear Wincest,

Take up smoking.

Sincerely,
-Deidre

Dear Deidre

Why does England seemed filled with incestious relationships?

Signed
Darth_Lukecash
Not a cannibal

Dear Deidre,

Hello. Is it me you're looking for?

Lionel Richie

Keep your frickin' mouth shut and keep poundin' that pee hole you dumbass.

Dear Buddha, please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket...

Tell your brother that your stepmum is cheating with on both of you with your dad.

Dear Deidre,

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside-down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right
there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys (who were up to no good) started making trouble in my neighborhood, I got one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I can say that this cab is rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, homes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne.

The Prince of Bel-Air

A sequel to Taboo American Style?

Sgygus: Dear Penthouse ...

Tell your brother you dont do sloppy seconds.

Dear Deidre,

Did you f*cking p'shop an emo haircut on James Franco?

Sincerely,

F*ck you

Dear people,

1) Stop sending stupid letters to the stupid old hag that hands out really bad relationship advice.

2) Stop farking everything on 2 legs; if you keep doing it, your fun bits will fall off.

Sincerely, iheartscotch

Dear Deidre,

Yeah, I'm sorry I can't afford a Ferrari, but that don't mean I can't get you there.

I guess he's an Xbox and i'm more Atari, but the way you play your game ain't fair.

Cee-Lo Green

What the flippin' 'ell?

A pic of the kid and not his mum?

My first PIV sex was when I was around 10 1/2. Her name was Sonya, she was 12. She was quite adept because her mother was already and alcoholic and pillhead and her mother's boyfriend would disolve an additional pill or two in her daquiris. She believed the guy would ditch her mother and marry her when she was old enough. Back then wasn't aware that this was especially creepy because I'd seen plenty of cheating etc. on the soap operas my mother watched; now it strikes me as worth a few dozen lashes on the public pillory.

This strikes me as almost as creepy and still wrong. If it's real, of course.

BlackMtnMan: What the flippin' 'ell?

A pic of the kid and not his mum?



//Hot like Pol Pot

Dear Deirdre:

What's the best way to maximize your faction's strengths through the tech tree? It's pretty complicated, but I'd like to have the toughest mindworms early, since that is your faction's primary weapon. Also, is Pravin Lal as big a wuss as he seems?

Thanks,

born_yesterday

Toshiro Mifune's Letter Opener: Dear Deidre,

Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside-down. And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right
there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, and all shootin' some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys (who were up to no good) started making trouble in my neighborhood, I got one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I whistled for a cab, and when it came near, the license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror! If anything, I can say that this cab is rare, but I thought, "Nah, forget it. Yo, homes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo, homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne.

The Prince of Bel-Air

Funny, I always remember that with a different beginning.

/Quite a few, in fact
//That one's good though

Hey, it's all good in the family.

/or so Alabama keeps insisting

Winterlight: Dear Deidre,
 
I am convinced in spite of absolutely no evidence whatsoever that this site I visit is getting paid off by your site. It is absolutely inconceivable that the people visiting and running the site I visit might actually find what your site has to offer to be entertaining. 
 
How do I convince everyone else in the world to only be entertained by things I approve of?
 
Babwa Wawa

Frankly, you sound kind of butthurt. That isn't helping.

Well write a letter to Penthouse Forum of course

Does his tattoo say "two fast..." ?

Babwa Wawa: Dear Deidre,

Every week, the Sun gives me a sack full of cash to post their sh*tty articles, including completely contrived "advice letters" on my link aggregator. I know that this activity is incompatible with integrity, and it decreases the quality of my site, but they really are pretty sizable sacks of cash, and I need beer.

What should I do?

Drew

I don't think The Sun needs Drew's help badly enough to pay him for it.

TommyDeuce: Funny, I always remember that with a different beginning.

/Quite a few, in fact
//That one's good though

There's the super-extended version of the theme song, but you don't really see that with the shows in syndication.

Dear Deidre, You won't believe what happened to me...

Dear Deidre,

The owner of the site Fark.com is being maligned in that he stands accused of complicity with your terrible newspaper. Whatever shall a liter do?

Sincerely,
Worried Liter

Dear Deidre,

Who let the dogs out?

Co-signed,
The Baha Men

Bros before hoes, bros before hoes...