Question #110:

Dear Little Bald Bastard,
  I invited two guys - who often cancel plans at the last minute - to go to an event with me. Now they're both planning to meet me there. Awkward city! What should I do?
- Two Popular

Dear Two Popular,
  The answer depends on the event in question. If it's an evening of facial stabbings and light verbal abuse, and your dates are only attending to curry your favor, ditch whichever guy is less amusing and have a good time with the other one. If it's a free money and sandwiches parade, and the ditchee is liable to show up without a date, you'll have to stay home altogether, or run the risk of being the soy cheese in a vegan embarrassment sandwich.

Question #109:

Dear Little Bald Bastard,
  What would you do if I was furiously fisting myself all the time?
- Cavernous Vag

Dear Cavernous Vag,
  I'd recommend a water-based lubricant. Preferably, something sold by the gallon and dispensed with a garden hose.

  I'd also suggest buying yourself a webcam. If you're constantly elbow-deep in your own fun bits, it might be tough to keep a day job. Selling subscriptions to the live video feed of your arm disappearing into your distended pelvis might help you pay the bills.

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Question #108:

Dear Little Bald Bastard,
  What do you do for fun?
- I Need A New Hobby

Dear I Need A New Hobby,
  Your question presupposes that I have any significant leisure time. I'm a second year law student, so this "fun" you speak of doesn't sound familiar

  Okay, so I'm being a little facetious. I do occasionally have an unscheduled minute in which to contemplate my bastardly existence. I try to fill these fleeting moments of nagging purposelessness by reading, drawing and drifting bodiless through the fetid, stagnant intellectual morass of the Interwebs.

  Come to think of it, I'm not at all interesting. Not even a bit. You'd better try some other blog for tips on hobbies. The only really cool thing I do is talk to my wife, who took theoretical physics as an elective because "it sounded fun." Unfortunately, one jackass nodding along like he's smart enough to keep up with her is more than enough, so you're going to have to find your own brilliant woman to talk to. Good luck.