Dear Lily,
My girlfriend and I share a deep love for one another, and I sincerely hope that she will become my wife one day. Unfortunately, my future mother-in-law, who oddly resembles Zelda from Terrahawks, despises me and makes my life miserable at every turn. No matter my efforts, she consistently criticizes me and labels me a loser to my girlfriend. Could you provide any advice that might help me resist the urge to use a cake fork against this awful woman?
Lily says – In our past, we had a substitute teacher named Mrs. Crouch, notorious for her hunch and the distinct smell of sour milk. She came in to manage our class while our regular teacher took maternity leave. Under Mrs. Crouch’s rule, the atmosphere was grim and desolate; she governed us with an iron grip and even forbade us from playing with jigsaws during rainy playtime. Legends circulated that Mrs. Crouch possessed the power to shoot laser beams from her eyes and breathe fire from her mouth, which kept us all in line. However, one day she crossed the line: refusing to read us a story before home time, she ordered us to sit in silence with our fingers on our mouths due to one missing pair of scissors. It became evident that a full-scale rebellion against the tyrannical Mrs. Crouch was necessary, as her oppressive rule posed a significant threat to our existence. From that moment on, a strategic campaign of placing PVA glue in her handbag became sufficient to oust her from authority. Soon after, we had a new teacher, and once again enjoyed unrestricted access to the jigsaw puzzles. So, with a mix of courage, a bit of perseverance, and a generous supply of non-toxic adhesive, you too can conquer the dreadful tyrant who plagues your very being.
Hope this advice proves helpful!
