Get this -- I actually got kicked out of my first group therapy. Can you believe it? It's not my fault that the first group I'm in had some chick who was afraid of clowns. That would be the quacks running this place's fault ( Read more... )

Okay, so ever since I talked to Marvin the Martian the other week I've been thinking. Hell, I've been thinking a lot longer than that. I get so tired of being alone but it always seems like no one wants me for long. I'm like...a disposable diaper. Crap on me once or twice and then throw me away ( Read more... )

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It's odd, being in a nut house that isn't Arkham. In a lot of ways it's sort of nice, you know? I mean, for one thing, Arkham was always damp. Had that Castle of Frankenstein feeling, ya know? Stone walls, cold floors, torture chamber in the basement ( Read more... )

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You know, if some little hick from Kansas landed on my sister, I'd be seriously pissed off. Not to mention the twit in the tulle helping Dorothy steal the shoes. And it's a good thing little Toto there didn't have rabies, the little rat ( Read more... )

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You know, when I first agreed to this little trip with Red I figured I'd have loads of fun. See the sights, spend time with Ivy, peel the skin off a few nitwits. That sort of thing. It sounded like loads of fun to hunt down some slack-jawed idiot who didn't know enough to pay back whatever loan shark he’d borrowed from and make them bleed. Red ( Read more... )

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