Like, for example...
- Subject spots some lunatic mowing her front lawn in the dark on a Tuesday evening. He wonders aloud, "Who is that crazy person?" Camera zooms in for the close-up as the subject slaps his forehead and exclaims "Hey! That's my therapist!"
- Subject is browsing the aisles at her local organic foods market when some lunatic brings down an entire display of glass jars of caramel and fudge sauces. Subject makes small but audible noises of disapproval, then loudly exclaims "Hey! That's my therapist!"
- Subject is driving to church one frigid Sunday morning when he spots a red-faced jogger execute one of those disgusting sideways booger-blows that runners and other disgusting individuals are so fond of. Subject emits noises of disapproval and, of course, disgust, then after a double-take that nearly causes him to crash his car exclaims "Hey! That's my therapist!"
4 comments:
Hey---
I just stumbled onto this blog, and read about these scenarios, and saw the picture and realized,
"Hey, That's my Therapist."
Small world, eh?
Anonymous.
Just kidding. That's from me.
Evil, Emmy. Pure evil.
The sideways booger-blows are disgusting! I've never been able to do one. I normally just blow it into my shirt then run around with the contents of my nose on my shirt for all to see. Maybe I'll try it???
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