TL;DR Live! (11/30): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Two holidays to go, Prudie? You left out Kwanzaa, the pagan Solstice celebration, Festivus...(click link for source material)

But when Eric eats a banana, he gains the strength of twenty BIG men:

On the Down Low: Nice read on Prudie's tendencies. Deflecting "get tested" advice? Great catch!

Cheapskate Christmas: What happens when materialism meets extended recession? Don't touch that dial!

Children That I Know Of: Ahh, Facebook. It'll cause apocalypse in about three years.

Auntie Adolf: Does she also paint postcards in her spare time and dream of joining German army?

Scared Straight: I'm recovering alcoholic. I don't want booze in my house. Not quite the same, but...

One Year of Parental Dumbassity: Repeat after me: "Don't you know there's a recession going on?"

Pregnant Snobby Bitch: Just wait until kid's born. All illusions of yuppie parenthood dissolve in baby tears.

MIL, Not MILF: "Beat it, bitch, or I'm calling cops." She already hates you; you've nothing to lose!

Re: Madison: "Gift of service" is often least appreciated. Just cut the check.

Dumbfuck Knocked Up: Please, abort that kid. Chronic Stupid isn't good parenting trait.

Produce Exchange: Watch Penn&Teller Bullshit! episode "Eat This." Then SHUT. The FUCK. UP.

Nagging Wife: If she insists on being Alice, you be Ralph. Bang, zoom, to the moon!

Brother Politician: Say flat out: "Who's running against you so I can write a check for him?"

Gay man's perspective: I ran it by my gay friend. He said "Ugh. Good way to get AIDS."*

Give the Gift of Grammar: How about "re-gift"? Does that drive you even crazier?

Nagging Wife Replies: He's watching his kids. Prudie's right.

Seth Rogen: Once...for now, and you're still a fucking retard. Abort! Abort!

I Only Eat Local = Pesudo-Intellectual Dimwit: Or Slate writer for "Green Lantern" section.

I want to make bumper sticker: "Organic Food = Genocide" and go to Whole Foods.

*Breaking character here to clarify my gay friend's comment: He said that "it's the closeted ones you have to watch out for. They're not comfortable with their sexuality, they're not 'in' the lifestyle, and their denial makes them take a lot of stupid risks. That's why I only go for guys who are openly 'out'." Hope the Fray doesn't mind me going over 15 words to properly source an item.

TL;DR Prudence (11/25): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Material of sourcings for make happy many readers in Kazakhstan.

The gods told me to snark on Prudie's letter writers:

1) Run, don't walk. This guy's short trip from Palinesque wing nut territory.

2) Working with Steve Urkel in drag must be a trip! Some folks are like that.

3) Vandelay Industries, how may I help you? I say play along for Dad's sake.

4) What Prudie said. Good gods, WHAT PRUDIE SAID. Domestic violence is everyone's business.

Listening to Beethoven's Ninth in class---that's something to be thankful for!

TL;DR Live! (11/23): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Prudie puts the "fun" in dysfunctional with her letter writers here.

I'm elbow deep in something, Prudie, and I don't think it's cranberry sauce...

Thankful for Extortion: I'm glad you said "boyfriend" and not "husband." Still time to dump spineless worm.

Cheapo New Yorker: Seriously, you can't find some room in your budget for Thanksgiving? Look again, cheapskate.

Bully Bro: Either he's gone nuts or something happened to turn him bitter. Therapist could find out.

Estranged Daddy: Sounds like a real champ. If you can't kill him, just pretend he's dead.

Family Cover Redux: His refusal to raise hell speaks volumes about his lacking fitness as mate.

Coworkers: Prudie's kiddy rule is dumb. Invite who you want, fuck everyone else (literally, consolation prize?)

It's Not You, It's You: Ten bucks says hottie is shallow, conceited bitch---which is why he's with you.

Curses, I Already Used the WKRP Joke: You spent $250? Where'd you get turkey, Istanbul? Here we do Thanksgiving cheap!

ID Theft Paranoid: I'm a big fan of the marble trick. Or, if cabinet's deep, bowling balls...

Movie Theater: Slingshot + jawbreakers = justice. Practice your aim at home. Win Oscar for "Best Supporting Theater Patron."

Everyone Hates In-Laws!: Now is time to flip your shit, throw them out, plead temporary (justified) rage later.

Fetal Alcohol: Consider also pleading recent illness, say "doc said avoid hooch for a while, sorry."

Long-Distance Euromance: Confessing feelings will screw with her trip, which she'll resent. Wait 'til she comes home.

Thirtysomething: No wonder you had rough youth---mom's a certified loon! Brother should understand as much.

Stuffing Animal: Umm...wait...what? Right. What Prudie said. I got nothin'.

Buster Olney, Md.: Generosity, kindness, and sacrifice. That's what I call Thanksgiving spirit. Last sanity before Black Friday!

Brother-Out-Law: Schmucks like him ain't even worth the price of a bullet to shoot 'em. Sad.

Green beans and WHAT, now?: I've got two pet rats and THEY wouldn't eat that together...and they'll eat anything!

Surviving Thanksgiving: My survival's easy. Keep family at safe thousands-of-miles distance, enjoy meal in peace.

The Safeway girl made fun of our Thanksgiving chicken. Turkey's too much for two!

TL;DR Prudence (11/19): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Source material from the Internet Advice Lady here.

As God is my witness, I swear I thought turkeys could fly:

1) Note to Mr. Smith: BREAK OFF THE WEDDING! This marriage will NOT end well!

2) Paranoid? No. Sensible, smart, possessing basic sense? Yes (except for feeling need to write Prudie...)

3) While "emotional distance from patients" technically only applies to doctors, it's safer for you too.

4) Tell gun nut uncle to check firearm at door. Otherwise, call cops, report armed lunatic.

Does uncle have daughter? He'll bring shotgun to wedding!

TL;DR Live! (11/16): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Source material? Found on Slate, like always.

From the halls of Montezuma's Revenge to the stalls of Tripoli:

Pervy FIL: Too bad his sons can't extract proper revenge with HIS woman...unless they're Oedipus...

Silicone Parts are Made for Toys: Congratulations Captain Obvious, you've just learned that shallow, hollow vanity sucks! Took you long enough.

Secret Anorexic: Unless the fruit is wax, you're SUPPOSED to eat! Declining insults your host.

Overgrown Teenager: You sure you're not 13? Fuck around, dump her, marry her, who gives a fuck?

His n' Herpes: That ship's already sailed, hasn't it? Tell him. NOW, you filthy, skanky gutter whore!

Mexican Telenovela: Swim Rio Grande, find new, better life picking American strawberries. La migra? No esta problema.

Re: Old Man Huggy Bear: Or you could just pepper-spray him. Hilarity ensues!

Eating, Disordered: Mom always told me "don't take the last..." Do hosts always have one left?

Thanks, but No Thanks: Statute of limitations. Water under the bridge. Old news. Get the point?

Blackberry Black Eye: Before I got married, cell phone was surefire second-date disqualifier. Dump the inattentive slug.

Breaks (Wind) of the Game: Tell Grunthos the Flatulent he's not in an oompah band. Get him some Beano.

Thank You Very Much: I've argued in this space that thank-you notes are outdated. Some disagree.

Starvin' Marvin Hirshberg: Give back as good as you get to those cracker-ass motherfuckers!

Re: Blackberry Obsessed: See? It ain't gonna get better. If this is "he's into you", get out.

Apologist: "Sorry." "About what?" "That thing ages ago." "Eh, 's'alright."

Re: Farting: Or turn to him and say "Gonna blame THAT one on the dog, too?"

STD Farm: But hey, at least he won't get AIDS, sparing us scene from "Rent".

Karma to the In-Laws: If ever there were a time for schadenfreude, this is it! They can bugger off.

Humanity Sucks: Well, actually, Prudie just picks the biggest idiots for public ridicule and humor.

Free range farting: Or douse him in Febreze and perfume.

What we've got here is failure to communicate. Some men, you just can't reach.

TL;DR Prudence (11/12): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Source material from the Internet Advice Lady and her football-obsessed husband here.

It's a Lee Family Reunion! Ug, Home, Ghast, Gnar, Fug...they're all here!

1) The Internet is your friend. By the time they see you, they already like you.

2) What are you, a hostage? Hold your own gathering, to hell with in-laws.

3) Time to blow the whistle---you know too much, would now be accomplice to fraud.

4) Random dead guy...or Phillies? Your husband's got his priorities straight.

Meeting with academic advisor tomorrow---will I be allowed 24 credits next semester? Stay tuned...

TL;DR Live! (11/9): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Source material, as always, found at Slate.

Follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park, listenin' to the winds of change...

Bay Area: Say the secret woid and win a hundred dollars. The secret woid? "Freakshow."

Anywhere: Apple doesn't fall far from tree. Sounds like son learned conflict management from Mom.

New York: Admit you slugged yourself, blow up financial district. "His name was Robert Paulson."

Washington: You failed, dumbfuck. Unless you want monogamy with Rosie Palm, get over it.

Arlington: You're doing right thing. Sister deserves to have kids taken from her for stupidity.

To "Anywhere": Or do what I did. Marry in front of two close friends in Nevada.

Ball-A-Mer: Wise? Probably not. Just accept bro married a bitch, send him correspondence for nephews/nieces.

Falls Church: Keep evidence of his fundie asshole-ism. You'll need it for inevitable lawsuit. Gods bless!

Hanson Brothers: How anti-Seinfeldian! "You've got to not see the BAY-BEE!" I like.

Holidaytown (Branson, MO?): What the fuck is wrong with you? Gas up and drive the fucking car.

What about Bob?: That dude's better off leaving toxic family behind. Quoth Bombeck: "Ties that bind...and gag!"

In-Law Outlaw: Say "Listen, you old hag. What part of "severe allergy" don't you understand?"

Friendly Mormon Neighbor: Wife got trust issues much? Privacy matters, even in marriage. Just don't fuck those friends.

East Coast: Yeah, it's a don't call. As in he shouldn't call you---you're a nut.

San Diego: Jokes fail in face of genuine sorrow. All the best to you, and be well.

San Francisco: You, on the other hand...to steal line from Messy, SHADDAP! Nobody gives a fuck.

Facial Hair: Funniest thing I've read all month! Only thing funnier would be bushy Fu Manchu.

Atlanta: And...Prudie gives Fray-worthy response! I love it! No, idiot, there's no "friends" here.

TAPS: Must...resist...urge...fuck it. Is the grieving girl hot? (window seat, please...)

Ft. Wayne: "Full life" in past tense?! Sounds like you should've just shot yourself eight years ago.

Woman on the radio talks about revolution when it's already passed her by...

TL;DR Prudence (11/5): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

Source material here.

Chris Hansen says "Have a seat right there, please".

1) Vibrators can't knock you up. They'll still love you in the morning. You go, girl!

2) You want live ammo. He might shoot blanks. You've a right to know before marriage.

3) Some things you can forgive. Attempted homicide? Not on the list. Let it go.

4) Unemployment is HOW HIGH and that slug still has a job? Business people are idiots.

I remain astounded at the empty-headed vapid nature of my fellow business majors.

TL;DR Live! (11/2): Answers in 15 words or fewer.

I suppose you want source material? Damn kids today want everything handed to 'em.

Gettin' sold secondhand, that's how it goes playin' in a band:

Home Game for the Patriots: Dress up like Frank N. Furter, sing "Sweet Transvestite" at their wedding.

Das Schlafzimmer: Dress up like Trekkie Monster, sing "The Internet is for Porn" before girlfriend gets home.

Redneck Country: Dress up like Sam and Dave, sing "I Thank You" for kids.

Killing Floor, NC: Dress up like Elton John, sing "The Bitch is Back" when Grandma comes over.

Columbus, 1492: Dress up like Lemon Demon, sing "Word Disassociation" for would-be author.

Go Phillies!: Dress up like Britney, sing "Oops, I Did It Again" while fucking his brother.

Dallas: Dress up like Weird Al, sing "One More Minute" for soon-to-be ex.

Horndog: Dress up like Trent Reznor, sing "Closer", feel him from the inside.

Shrinking Violet: Dress up like Scott Weiland, sing "Creep." Half the man I used to be...

Baker's Dozen: Dress up like Spice Girls, sing "If You Wanna Be My Lover" for his friends.

Havoc in Hotlanta: Dress up like Ray Davies, sing "Lola". Walk like a woman, talk like a man.

'Cuse Me While I Kiss the Sky: Dress like Animaniacs, sing "Katie Kaboom" theme ditty for nutty mother-in-law.

Die Hinterland: Dress up like Pink Floyd, sing "The Wall, part 2." Leave them kids alone!

Elder Scrolls V, Please: Dress up like Nirvana, sing "I Hate Myself And Want to Die" for Eeyore boss.

Chicago: Dress up like Bill Haley, sing "See You Later, Alligator" for newly unemployed.

Bethesda Jr.: Dress up like Chili Peppers, sing "Breaking the Girl". Or Rickroll him.

Capital Wasteland: Dress up like Harry Nilsson, sing "All By Myself". Married life kicks ass.

Gettin' had, gettin' took, I tell ya folks, it's harder than it looks.