Forty-five minutes later, his chest once again Bogotá-Beach smooth, Wilbur is a new man without a care or suicidal tendency in the world. Also, his alcoholism is cured.
Is that the most simultaneous floating heads ever? Seems a clear winner for Floating Head of the Year. And what is it that he needs to get off his chest about Dawn? The fact that he never told her he squandered $30K of her inheritance on some floozy in Bogota?
Alternate scenario: After listening to Wilbur for a minute and a half, Dr. Therapist interrupts. "Wilbur, we must stop right here and get on the right track or this session will be fruitless. Now, despite what your friend Mary says, you ARE a pathetic loser. But we cannot achieve any type of progress or breakthrough until you recognize, admit, and accept that fact. So repeat after me: 'I, Wilbur Weston, am a pathetic loser.' "
"I, Wilbur Weston, am a pathetic loser. . . . You know, Doc, that felt pretty good. I, Wilbur Weston, AM a pathetic loser. I am the MOST pathetic loser you'll every see. . . . Wow!"
"Embrace your loserhood, Wilbur. Feel good about it. . . . And now our time is up. See you next week."
Meanwhile in Beautiful Italy, Dawn and Harlan go camping.
The Santa Royale Times Journal Bugle seems to be weathering the print newspaper crisis extremely well. Look at all those pages! And Ask Wendy has it own page, maybe an entire section!
Dr. Therapist sure cut to the chase - no "tell me about yourself, Wilbur, so I can learn something about you." Maybe this is speed therapy.
Really, the one who needs therapy is Mary. Witness her possible avoidance disorder.. She deals with a near sexual assault by baking muffins. She platitudes a suicidal Wilbur into showing up for psychotherapy when she should have driven him immediately to the ER, and (worst of all) KM cheated us out of the scene where Mary apparently talked Wilbur into swapping his suicidal thoughts for a "discussion" in a nice clean office with a sweater-wearing therapist seated next to a soothing potted plant. Bet there were essential oils simmering in the background...Also, Wilbur must have great health insurance if he can get an appointment with a therapist that fast...Just sayin'
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A thought bubble trifecta - plus one! It's a historical day in the annals of Mary Worth. Also, Wilbur, they're not on your chest.
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Is that the most simultaneous floating heads ever? Seems a clear winner for Floating Head of the Year. And what is it that he needs to get off his chest about Dawn? The fact that he never told her he squandered $30K of her inheritance on some floozy in Bogota?
Hey, where's the shower radio?
Today's Boldface Haiku is titled
"So Much For HIPAA".
Glad. Discuss?
Off chest...
Alternate scenario: After listening to Wilbur for a minute and a half, Dr. Therapist interrupts. "Wilbur, we must stop right here and get on the right track or this session will be fruitless. Now, despite what your friend Mary says, you ARE a pathetic loser. But we cannot achieve any type of progress or breakthrough until you recognize, admit, and accept that fact. So repeat after me: 'I, Wilbur Weston, am a pathetic loser.' "
"I, Wilbur Weston, am a pathetic loser. . . . You know, Doc, that felt pretty good. I, Wilbur Weston, AM a pathetic loser. I am the MOST pathetic loser you'll every see. . . . Wow!"
"Embrace your loserhood, Wilbur. Feel good about it. . . . And now our time is up. See you next week."
Meanwhile in Beautiful Italy, Dawn and Harlan go camping.
-- Scottie McW.
Medical Group therapist may be a replicant.
The Santa Royale Times Journal Bugle seems to be weathering the print newspaper crisis extremely well. Look at all those pages! And Ask Wendy has it own page, maybe an entire section!
Dr. Therapist sure cut to the chase - no "tell me about yourself, Wilbur, so I can learn something about you." Maybe this is speed therapy.
Really, the one who needs therapy is Mary. Witness her possible avoidance disorder.. She deals with a near sexual assault by baking muffins. She platitudes a suicidal Wilbur into showing up for psychotherapy when she should have driven him immediately to the ER, and (worst of all) KM cheated us out of the scene where Mary apparently talked Wilbur into swapping his suicidal thoughts for a "discussion" in a nice clean office with a sweater-wearing therapist seated next to a soothing potted plant. Bet there were essential oils simmering in the background...Also, Wilbur must have great health insurance if he can get an appointment with a therapist that fast...Just sayin'
Ooh, the rare Quadruple Thought Bubble!
Wilbur: "Discuss? What do you mean 'discuss'? My friend Mary Worth usually just tells me what to think!"
LOVE the smorgasbord of floating heads!!! (At least I got to see Fabiana, even if she's not running a grift as a fake doctor!)
@Vince: I think everybody in Santa Royale is a replicant! They are thinking of changing the name to "Stepford by the Sea."
Wilbur, this is a talking doctor.
You'll have to go to a different kind of Medical Building to get rid of your moobs.
Well that's one Worthy locked up already...
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