Hey - finally found a computer and have time for a new blog. Last time I was here I bloged about my visit to a mental hospital. Well, things didn't go too well there. They gave me a battery of tests and I guess I didn't do too well.
Fist they give you this really long multiple choice thing called an MMPI or something. It was really boring. I just filled out the little ovals so it looked like a pic of a great big tit. I like tits.
Then they gave me one of those Rorsach tests - you know the ink blob things. The shrink showed me the first one and asked me what it looked like. I hesitated. He said it was ok if I said something strange. He seemed like such a nice old guy. So I told him. It looked just like a teenage girl getting gangbanged by two elephants and a donkey. Really! He wrote someting down. I tried to peek, but he wouldn't let me see. Then he shows me another. This one looked just like a black chick getting bukkaked by a bunch of giraffes. I didn't even hesitate that time. It was so clear!
Then he said it was time for another test. This was one of those word association things. He tells me to just say the first thing that cums into my head. Well, he just finished showing me all that kinky porn. What else was I going to be thinking of??? So he says something like "try" I say "hard on" he says "now" I say "boner" he says "love" I say "blow job" What did he expect me to say?
Then the chief shrink has a meeting with me. He starts telling me about the law and how they can keep me there for treartment if they think I'm a danger to myself or others. Treatment can last 5 months! So I smiled and told him how nice he seemed and what a nice place it was. Yeah. Right.
So then it was time for a break. It was a nice day out so they let us out into the yard after lunch. There was a double fence out there. But there was a corner near the builing where they couldn't see. So I climbed it and they didn't see me until I was half way up the second fence. I took off into the woods and circled around to find my way to the train station. I hopped the train and got out of State.
So that's what the deal is now. I'm on the run. I managed to get my money out of the bank. I can't go back to my job. I think if I go back to my state they will lock me up. I don't know if they'll try to track me down and lock me up here. Those shrinks aren't such nice people. They do nothing but think about sex.
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