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We could be reading your letter on the air live, just like we're about to do this one, and this one is crazy. Let's go now. Let's get to crazy. Buckle up and hold on tight. We got it for you. Here it is. Strawberry letter. All right, subject, if you lost your underwear, please call me. Dear Stephen Shirley, here we go. I am a married man that drives part-time as a lift-slash Uber driver for extra income for my family. No, you ain't both now. Wait a minute. Yeah, I thought you can do both. Yeah, I thought you could anyway. Let's just pick one. Well, he's both, okay? Yeah, you can do both. You can do both. Anyway, he part-time drives for Lyft and Uber for extra income for his family. So, last week, he got on late. So if I get an Uber and I don't like my drive and I call Lyft and he, his ass come back right on the corner what I'm both.

Would you get, let me get through this letter, honey.

All right, last week, I got home late one evening after working my part-time job, and I decided to take my wife and two-year-old out to dinner.

As my wife was securing our child in the car seat, she yelled out,

what the heck is this?

The letter says, what the hell is this?

That's what it says. I immediately turned around in my seat, and I see my wife pinching a huge pair of ladies' panties by the corners.

Not only were there some random panties on my back seat,

they were several sizes larger than what my wife wears.

My wife was yelling and screaming, accusing me of messing around with the big girl in the back seat of our car.

First off, let me say that I don't have anything against full-figured women, but that's not my

thing. And secondly, by the size of those panties, there is no way I could have been getting it on

in the back seat of my compact car with a girl that size. My wife refuses to believe that a

random over-lift passenger would mistakenly leave her panties behind in my car.

And now, whenever I'm out working as a driver, my wife keeps close tabs on me, and it's wearing me down.

If there is a big girl missing some panties, please come forth so my wife can get off my back.

What should I do? How can I get my wife to chill? Please help. Well, first of all, if someone left their panties in your backseat, they're not going to call you. They're not going to do any of that, especially, you know, to get you out of trouble. If anything, they left them to get you in some trouble, all right, but not to get you out of trouble. And how do you get your wife to chill? Well, that's a big one. Please help you say, I just got to ask you, are you for real with this letter? I can't even believe that this really happened. And as a wife myself, do you honestly know how hard this is for a wife to believe?

She finds some panties on your backseat?

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