“Well, gee doc., I just feel like I could drop dead at any moment and it makes me want to stab myself in the eye to divert my thoughts”
“Oh, now, that’s no good…here, come a little closer, let’s have a look”
“Ok…”
I move closer, he grabs my arm, and all of a sudden a team in white, clenching onto basket weaving paraphernalia, appear out of nowhere… restrain me in a straight jacket and whisk me off to THE WARD, after they inject me with all sorts of fabulously sleepy drugs of course.
Heck, I wouldn’t mind being locked up.. at least I’d get a frickin’ break from my husband. Are you allowed cell phones on the psych ward, or is that just a CRAZY idea.
xo
CL
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Well I know when we went into the psych ward, none of my personalities were allowed to keep their cell phones. In a way that was good, because Mitch would run up huge bills, then Archie would start complaining. Before you knew it, we were trying to stab me with sporks. What was your question again?
there goes that…
it’s funny that you mention your personalities. Earlier today i got a parking ticket thanks to LaTina who can’t drive stick. What can ya do?
Collena…don’t you think it’s quite difficult to use a cell phone with a straight jacket on……unless….you use your tongue……mmmmmm….quite a nice view……..if you think about it…….;-)
-http://www.frightcatalog.com/i/360×360/1109128.jpg
mmmmmm…….jada jada……rrrrrrr…….
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mmmm…jada jada……rrrrrr…..
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rrrr…http://www.frightcatalog.com/i/360×360/1109128.jpg
Screw psychiatrists. They make people worse while sending them to drug rehab with their evil medications.