[pulling out of the driveway on the way to a holiday party]
HUSBAND: Oh, we’re supposed to bring a dessert.
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Therapist: Why are you here?
Me: Ahh, the great existential question. Why are any of us-
Therapist: No, I mean your appointment is tomorrow.
Me: Finally, time to sleep!
Me: oh God please no
Brain: I was thinking we could sing that catchy commercial jingle. 87 times.
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Patient: I think my problem is imposter syndrome.
Me: [sweating] I assure you I’m a fully licensed psychologist. Or psychiatrist. Which is the one that prescribes meds?
Me having sex is like bungee jumping.
It’s either amazing, or someone gets seriously injured.
There is no in between.
Go to carnivals, scatter nuts and bolts around rides to cut down on wait times.