A whole lot of things are sent to my office, and occasionally, something amusing makes it through the dozens of people that see it before I do, and goes to the Free Pile.
I’ve found some fun shit in the Free Pile, but I found a great one today.
Someone sent in The Analyst, which is a take-off on the Magic 8 Ball.
Instead of asking it questions, you tell it your problems. Insted of it telling you your fortune, it spouts psychobabble back at you.
Samples:
“Hmmmmm…”
“Tell me about your mother.”
“Let’s go with that.”
“Are you taking your meds?”
“Let’s move on.”
This is going to save me sooooo much money on psychiatry. I don’t know who will end up playing with it more, me or my cat.