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In one of my sessions several months ago, I admitted to my therapist that I hated most of you guys with irrepressible ire and utter contempt. He advised me that I was merely projecting my own, personal frustrations in life on you guys and that you weren't actually just a gaggle of moronic, childish dolts who were one drinking binge away from living in a cardboard shack beneath a freeway overpass, eating dumpster dinners, and sleeping in a reeking puddle of day-old Boone's Farm vomit.
But after I directed him to the web site, he changed his mind.
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