When they sent me to the shrink I thought he would want me to spill my guts. But he didn't.
He had me take a bunch of tests and do a bunch of puzzles. This one was hard.
That's him. He just kept doing more and more tests but he never ever could figure anything out about my brain.
Finally they had to take him away to a sort of hospital. I don't know why.
The challenge was to take the top 3
emailed photos on yahoo and create a hopefully amusing story about
the sequence. I reserve the right to refuse a disturbing picture, this includes any pictures of celine dion.
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