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My poor dad ....

Mum had an 'accident'.

I bought him a beer... but he doesn't know it yet, because he's out relieving stress with his singing buddies.

Sucks to be him right now. Normally if nothing was wrong, he'd be back already. But tonight, he is just sick of life.

It ain't that great being me either.

But fuck us both if we ever give up.


Fun fact: the main character in Psych is named 'Shawn'. I'm not sure if it's the right spelling. ANYWAY Pysch is to CSI what Scrubs is to ER.

Love it! There's even a token black buddy dude guy - S.C.B!

Turk: Who are these guys?
J.D.: These are the last eight guys in the hospital that don't realize I suck at basketball. So here's what gonna happen: I finally mastered my running hook shot so when we go to pick teams I'm gonna hit that shot. Then you say I'll pick that guy at which point Carla is gonna page me and I'll say "*Crap*, I've gotta go." And you'll go "*Damn*, we just lost the best player out here." And then there will be eight guys in the hospital who think I'm good at sports and word will spread.
Turk: When do you find time to see your patients?
J.D.: Between these thoughts.
J.D.: [JD and Turk are lying on the ground] Why are we lying in the parking lots?
Turk: Your hook shot knocked you unconscious and I lied down next to you so everybody would think we were chillin'.
J.D.: Oh. Thanks S.C.B. By the way I should tell you something. I found an apartment and I'm moving out the day after tomorrow.
Turk: Wow. What does S.C.B. mean?
J.D.: Super. Chocolate. Bear.
Turk: I love it.


Except that Gus works in pharmaceuticals!

I love me some Psych, I really do!


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