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Originally posted by cadwahDear Mr. Wah,
Dear Doc, after attempting to watch your prescriptive video I feel the need to discuss another of my problems. After only 21 seconds of that vid I felt the urge to maim unsuspecting passers-by. I am currenly dropping kitchen knives out of my 3rd story window out onto the street. I have scored 3 direct hits up to now, sadly upon closer inspection not one of my victims was that annoying little twerp.
Heaven bless Freud! It seems the prescribed video worked. After thorough analysis of your case, I concluded that you did not require Mrs. 1107 shock treatment based upon Paris Hilton CD, though something milder... as Andy: An ideal punchbag to channel contained rage.
My prescription this time would be to use metalic heavy tools instead of knives, since the prices on the latter have increased tremendously while the former are easy to get since China produces very cheap ones with slave labor. Moreover, try the roof of your building instead of the 3rd floor.
Yours sincerely,
Dr. Seitse
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Originally posted by mrstabbyDear Mr. Stabby,
I think I have a problem... I think I just clicked on this thread. Also I just drank a whole lot of beer.
As a huge fan of mixing Abba music with cocktails of valium and bacardi rum, I may say that some fields of the psychiatric field are foggy to say the least. Large areas of the human mind and the search of our soul are better left alone in the mysterious, invisible tools of babbling superstition.
Therefore, I think you clicked this thread for an specific reason. You (I see with my magic ball -Freud's face painted on it) that you want support for an anal fixiation that makes you confuse cheetos (nacho flavor) with rectal-administered medications.
It is perfectly understandable that you seek the courage of alcohol to administer yourself those addictive medicines. However, it is time that you accept yourself as you are and conclude that there is nothing gay on such fixiation.
My prescription would be to ask Mr. Red Night on how to love yourself, specially before than loving your neighbor -previous dinner with cheap wine, of course. Right after passing through the wise paths that lead to the Red Night Seal of Approval, you will be ready to dance naked under a rainstorm with reinfeld, who will be delighted to recruit you in his lonesome clan.
Warmest regards,
Dr. Seitse
Dear dr. Seitse,
I have been counseled by 25 shrinks the last 25 years and for some strange reason they don't live anymore. According to the police they are slaugthered in there office, propably by an patient of theirs.
Since you are a virtual shrink, maybe you can help me.
I keep hearing voices who tell me what to do and I just can't seem to get them to LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Yours sincerely,
Loose Screw
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Originally posted by Loose ScrewDear Mr. Screw,
Dear dr. Seitse,
I have been counseled by 25 shrinks the last 25 years and for some strange reason they don't live anymore. According to the police they are slaugthered in there office, propably by an patient of theirs.
Since you are a virtual shrink, maybe you can help me.
I keep hearing voices who tell me what to do and I just can't seem to get them to LEAVE ME ALONE!!!!
Yours sincerely,
Loose Screw
Although I find your last name quite scary, I do not feel the same way towards the mysterious death of your previous "shrinks" -as you call them, R.I.P. Therefore, I feel confident enough to elaborate my analysis to you.
As a certified brain surgeon, with a condom rolled down on my head, I slip and bounce happily through the alleys of human debauchery, humming jolly songs about redemption and flushing each tought after pouring it on my patients' self-gratification, mental dishes.
In these modern times of technology, where a hi-tech gadget is way more important than blaming moms for not letting us fondle them (for some Edipus ethic I still do not seem to understand), I can conclude that you bought too powerful batteries for your iPod.
Try buying cheaper ones or remove your earphones before you go to sleep.
With my kindest regards,
Dr. Yabadabadoo, a.k.a. Seitse