Unfucking believable
My mom is making me go to counseling. BULL SHIT! I don't have problems interacting with people, its not my fault they all suck and aren't as cool as me. She thinks it is because of who i've been hanging out with. Whats wrong with mexican biker gangs? They cook some mean quesadillas. She's just jealous that they cook better than her.
So yeah, I'm not looking forward to the ocunseling I see it going something like this:
Counselor:"Zo, vhat zeems to be zee problems here?"
Me:"My mom is a whore"
Counselor:"Ah, yes, unt how does zis make you feel?"
Me:"You are dumb"
Counselor:"Why yes, I zeem to be zometimes"
Me:"Eat me"
Counselor:"I zink we've made zome progress, no?"
Me:"So we have 45 minutes of this?"
Counselor:"Unfortunately, yes"
Me:"Wanna play connect four?"
Counselor:"OH, I love zat game!"
Freud is such a tool.
So yeah, I'm not looking forward to the ocunseling I see it going something like this:
Counselor:"Zo, vhat zeems to be zee problems here?"
Me:"My mom is a whore"
Counselor:"Ah, yes, unt how does zis make you feel?"
Me:"You are dumb"
Counselor:"Why yes, I zeem to be zometimes"
Me:"Eat me"
Counselor:"I zink we've made zome progress, no?"
Me:"So we have 45 minutes of this?"
Counselor:"Unfortunately, yes"
Me:"Wanna play connect four?"
Counselor:"OH, I love zat game!"
Freud is such a tool.