Dear WASP:
Oftentimes when I'm changing at the country club before and after golf, I notice the little Mexican (I assume he's Mexican, he's a darky regardless) attendant watching me. He's very obviously interested in me and sometimes follows me into the shower. I've seen him and one of the Catholic priests we had to let in back in the 80's disapear together into the bathroom stalls together, and sometimes the towels are damp.
So how do I fix the slice I have with my long irons?
Sincerely,
Chad
Lincoln Park Trixie Society