January 20, 2010 § Leave a comment
Dear Dr. Phil,
You are not the solution. You’re that annoying neighbor who likes to pry into things that don’t concern him and is not satisfied until all the worms have come crawling out of the can. And when all of those worms have formed one wriggling mass of ugliness for all the world to see, you simply call for a commercial break, pat the participants on the arm and say, “There, there.” Listening to you is like alternately rubbing salt and lemons on a wound. I actually loathe you so much I’m gonna get up now and change the channel. And right after that, I’m gonna call the cable company and rant at them for not replacing my faulty remote for 2 months now.