Betty decides she is "unclean," so she goes in to see the doctor. I've got to use the restroom. Why are y'all blowing air in my bladder? That ain't right.
Betty's on so much Lexapro she starts to have dreams about a sinister woman named Marge from the "north part of North Dakota." I dreamed she wanted the house. I told her she could have it. I don't care anymore.
Never, under no circumstances turn yourself over to them mental health people for what they call a 72-hour hold. Oh my God. You want to talk about being held hostage.
Of course I don't judge no one, but them people down there, they're all Buddhists. Which means they burn incense and chant and carry on. I guess that has its appeals but you know them people ain't saved. You can't be saved and pray to big ol' fat Buddha.
