God Wants Me To Be On Television

God Loves You and Your Therapist.

"I'm seeing a psychologist," Mabel remarked.
"That's good," Muzzy harumphed.
Mabel turned and looked at Muzzy sternly.
"I think it is best we remain friends."
Muzzy looked surprised, "Ah. That's what we are."

"Well, you have twins and a beautiful girlfriend and mother of your twins."
Muzzy looked around the hair salon.
"I come here for a haircut," Muzzy remarked.
"Well, I am sexually attracted to you," Mabel snips around Muzzy's ear hairs.
Muzzy straightens his back, "Oh? I hadn't thought about it."

"Psychiatry is a great profession!" Muzzy exclaims.
"I am suicidal," Mable takes the handheld mirror to show the back trim.
"Don't beat yourself up!" Muzzy is looking to cash out.
Mabel walks Muzzy to the registra, "I have twin boys Mable adds."
"You are beautiful and I think you're very attractive," Muzzy adds a five-dollar tip.

"So, you would have sex with me?" Mabel queries.
Muzzy is nervous, "Of course!"
Mabel takes her right hand to her blue hair.
"Well, I am sixty-four years old," Mabel gives a Chesire Cat smile.
Muzzy kisses Mable on the right cheek, "Age is only a number."

Mabel gives Muzzy his recite, "I will see my therapist and ask her about you."
"No matter what. You are a good person and you like yourself!" Muzzy exclaims.
Mabel smiles broadly and crinkles her eyes, "Thanks."
Muzzy walks swiftly from the salon.
Mabel ponders, "The suicide always gets them."



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