"Hey Therapist Linré, can I talk to you about all my life's problems?"
"Of course my dear Julie, I take great interest in your life and would like marry you"
"Well, Linré, I'd love to... But... But..."
"What is it"
"I'm married!"
"To whom?"
"Chad"
"Not Chad!"
"Yes Chad, but not only that, I'm pregnant"
"Oh well... Congrats"
"But Linré, it's not Chad's"
"Well then dump him and marry me!"
"But your not the father either!"
"I know... I'm the... Mother"
"But who's the father?'
" Well, you"
"What! How is that even possible!"
"Well you see, Julie, when two people love each other very much-"
"I get it, I get it."
"Haha ok"
"Well, Linré it looks like something is on you mind"
"Julie... Will you.... Marry me?"
"Of course, I love you, not Chad"

This Jazz Cabbage got me zooted. Jazz Cabbage is less harmful than Squares. I’m smoking that Jazz Cabbage boy.

“Im going to see my therapist linrè today”
“Oh dang she was my wife at one point’”