Therapy wise, are we onto something here with these strip clubs...

Is anybody depressed at all? Sadness? Anything at all?

I tend to notice any depression I have whatsoever, immediately start to peel away the very second I stick my dick in a beautiful stripper. And after a few hip thrusts, I notice it completely disappear entirely. It's quite an astonishing discovery I believe I've stumbled upon. And although I as put the money on the dresser it does seem rear it's head again all so slightly, but as I walk away (sometimes skip and whistle) it all goes away again and I feel like a whole new man! Anytime I'm feeling down, I just rinse and repeat. It's really been great.

I don't need Dr. Crane, Dr. Melfi, Maj. Freedman. I don't need Prozac and Zoloft. Fuck all that shit. I have slutty strippers and I'm jumping for joy! 👍