Dear Dr. SOROS:
My main problem is with my cousin. He hates psychiatrists. (I know you are not a real
psychiatrist, you are a cyberpsychiatrist, which is OK by me unless you are crazy,
which we will see shortly.)
Where was I? Oh, yes. Anyway, my cousin hates psychiatrists. I have not felt
comfortable talking about this with any mammal, but your thread title appealed to me in
a sort of sublingual way, I guess.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Anyway, my cousin hates psychiatrists. I mean really really. He
kills them and eats them. Not raw. That's disgusting. He likes to char-broil over an
open flame. With this BBQ sauce that is unbelievably hot. I mean spicy hot, not heat
hot.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Anyway, this sauce has these peppers in it called Holly Peenies
or something like that and I touched one to my tongue one time and it really hurt. I
mean really really. So I don't see what his problem is. My cousin, I mean. I am fine.
Well, I'm not fine, I'm OK. Well, I wouldn't say OK on every level, but let's put it this
way, I am way ahead of my cousin. He is scaring me. He sits in his room and types on
his computer and chortles. You know what that is, right? A chortle? It scares me.
Where was I? Oh, yes. Anyway, I'm fine. But, my cousin is scaring me. What should I
do, Dr. SOROS?
As requested, here is my picture for psychic reference:
parlorcity.com
Sincerely,
Mr. Mighty Chicken |
