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Bunkster opens a therapy center
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| I hate my penis, Dr. Bunkster. It's a vile, shriveled little vermin and makes me do bad things. | |
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| No problem, m8. Just lie down over there on the couch, relax and tell me all about it. | |
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| So, when did all this start? | |
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| Well, it was about 3 years ago, really. I was working at Pizza Hut and the manager told me to take this big ball of warm dough out to the dumpster. I stuck my hand in and picked it up. Warm, I say | |
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| So you fucked a ball of pizza dough! So what?! Lyam fucked a jar packed full of my shit. | |
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| Damn, you're a good therapist. I feel less pathetic already. | |
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