Dear Jessie Joe: Last night rocked! I haven't even checked my answering machine yet! I'm still reeling over the memory of your kisses, your neck moles, your big feet. But I need my shoe horn back! Dear Jessie Joe: I loved the time we spent on the farm. I never knew how easy it is to slaughter a goat with a golf club. But please! We can't keep making love in the pig sty! I still have this bad smell behind my ears. Like Bing's breath. What a kisser! Bing, that is. And when you took out your dictionary and proofread my acceptance speech for the People Magazine Big Wigs of The Century ceremony, I felt the excitement below. Baby, I want you to spell check me forever! But I think my wife is onto us. Last night I caught her leaving bacon out. Is it a hint that she knows? Dear Jessie Joe: I understand your internship with Yellow Dog is everything to you. I understand that I'm asking a lot of you to be my caddie. I understand that your editor has nice abs. But can we do the thing with the asparagus again? Dear Bob: Are you the one who overflowed my toilet? The bathroom window was open and a naked lady tee was on the floor! We're through! Come and get your copy of Busty Ladies. And never call me again!