fuckshitcockcunt
“Let’s do a quick word association,” said the psychiatrist. “Fuck.”
“Happiness.”
“Shit.”
“Butterflies.”
“Cock.”
“Love.”
“Cunt.”
“Teddy Bears.”
The patient stared up from the couch smiling as the psychiatrist soberly looked down at his notepad, scratching away with his pen.
“Well,” the psychiatrist said, removing his glasses. “You’re finally cured.”
