I just got back from Vegas, where a few things became clear:
1. I am taller than you thought.
2. Enough people enjoy my advice threads to justify posting these on an ongoing basis.
3. Some of you are still in desperate need of help.
4. Someone needs to buy me a black t-shirt that says Internet Celebrity in gold writing across the back.
Thus here's the third installment
in a series of threads designed to save 2+2 posters from themselves.
So whether your typical weekend involves getting drunk in your closet and pooping your pants, paying strippers for blowjobs, silently plotting the demise of all who now ignore you or all of the above, ask me a question (starting with Dear Bison), and I will tell you how to repair the shattered remnants of your life.