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*suddenly looks up* AHHH! A BALROG OF MORGOTH!!!! *grabs pokey stick of doom*
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Must control laughter...not working...oh well. [img]smilies/biggrin.gif[/img] [img]smilies/wink.gif[/img] I have to get one of those "pokey sticks of doom"
Handsom Legolas, the therapist sits calmly at his desk, drooling over a hair products catalog. The patient, a teenage girl walks in.
Girl: OH MY GAWD! IT'S LEGOLAS!
Legolas tries to sheild himself from her kisses with his catalog.
Legolas: Um, what are you doing here?
Girl: YOU ARE SO HOTT!
Legolas: EXCUSE ME, DO YOU ALWAYS SCREAM WHEN YOU TALK?
Girl: YEAH!
Legolas hides under his desk and quickly scribbles on a piece of paper: Girl is dangerous to society, needs medication to calm down, depressants.
He shoves the prescription in her hands and pushes girl out of door. Legolas walks back to he desk. Suddenly he notices drool on his hair catalog.
Legolas: NOOOO!
He proceeds to run out of the room, looking for his own therapist.