It's a quiet place to...do...say...quiet things in?

Be vewy, vewy quiet. I'm wabbit hunting.

It's the inner sanctum of the inane.

Here's my secret.


Mental Health Hospital answering machine:

Hello, and welcome to the mental health hotline ...

If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.

If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.

If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5, and 6.

If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the line so we can trace your call.

If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the mother ship.

If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you which number to press.

If you are a manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press; no one will answer.

If you have amnesia, press 8 and state your name, address, telephone number, date of birth, social security number, and your Mother's maiden name.

If you have bi-polar disorder, please leave a message after the beep or before the beep or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.

If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9. If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.

If you have low self-esteem, please hang up. All of our operators are too busy to talk to you.

If you are menopausal, hang up, turn on the fan, lie down and cry. You won't be crazy forever.
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Yep, that's right. I'm obsessed now, apparently, with c&ping old internet forwards from 'friends' who can do nothing but send old internet forwards.

Why is that? I write to you from me and you send me back a c&p. I mean, is this some kind of hint? Do I not amuse you? Am I irritating as hell? Are you attempting to make me laugh? This is just too cryptic for me, this c&p stuff. Ya know?