Jan. 2
Look here, Enos,
This has gone far enough. Now you're sending me nine ladies dancing. Again, are they supposed to be for me or for the fellas? All I can say is, judging from the way they dance, they're certainly not ladies. The other women in Hazzard and I are appalled at the kind of shameless gallivanting that they've done with nothing more than slips on and I'm the one getting the blame.
I'd like to know just how you found these women since obviously you've never sat down to see these women dance. Because I'm sure that if you had you'd be covered in so many hives that you'd have to be sent to the hospital for them. If you value our friendship, which I do (less and less), please stop sending these ridiculous presents at once!
Daisy
