Dear Herb:

Hi darling, I love you. Please come out of your room and talk to me. You don't need to be having cybersex all day. You'll ruin your mojo.

--Mom


Dear "Mom":

Clearly you are an impostor. My real Mom would never discourage me from my life's work. And she probably doesn't know what "mojo" means, either. Shame on you for stealing that wonderful woman's identity.

On the upside, since we're not related, we can have sex. I'll meet you in the chat room in 5 minutes.