 DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
My husband and I recently took a trip to New York and were charged $98.55 for our cab ride from the airport. We were outraged!
 DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
My son, 14, refuses to eat anything but Cap'n Crunch cereal. The dentist says his teeth will rot. The doctor says, at this rate, he's going to be obese when he grows up and have lots of health problems. He already weighs over two hundred pounds.
DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
Our car, barely a month out of the showroom, keeps stalling. Twice we've been forced to call a tow truck and ended up driving a crummy little rental. And I'm having trouble chewing on the right side of my mouth.
DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
My back is killing me.
DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
I come home, I want to unwind, relax, maybe have a laugh or two, and then I see this feature and suddenly I'm reading about all these complainers—my back hurts, my son's a fat slob, my car's a lemon—come on! That's not funny!
DEAR "THAT'S NOT FUNNY":
A weasel, a ferret, a donkey, a camel, an owl, and a priest walk into a bar. The weasel turns to the priest and asks, "What’s a man of the cloth doing in here?" The priest looks at the weasel and says, "And since when do weasels talk?" Then the owl turns to the donkey and says something about the ferret, which the ferret does not hear.
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