I was sitting with Fleet tonight, discussing Berlin and stuff, and I was in one of Maxwell Graf's wonderful Cafe du Blonde lounges from Rustica, (shameless plug here) while Fleet was sitting in another chair, and he said, "I look like your therapist."
Well, I couldn't resist. So I decided that I needed a new feature on the Bizarre, similar to the one on the back page of the New Yorker. This is called:
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I think it's kind of self-explanatory. Tell me in comments what your caption would be.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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"Let me show you a couple of tricks Anna Freud taught me in psychiatrist school"
"Yes, I see your legs. You may cover yourself now"
"sometimes a banana is just a banana. Miss Beresford, this is not one of those times."
ok listen, this is the deal, you hold the gun, I'll put the money in the bag...meet you in Monte Carlo in 24 hours...trust me, it will work...hey, are you listening to me? It will work...I've got it all worked out..hey are you listening to me?
"I'd like to offer you a job modeling my new line of Freudian slips."
"And how long have you been having these thighs -- I mean, dreams?"
"Ms. Beresford, that will be $750 for the hour."
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