I'm gonna start eating carrots and spitting

I'm gonna start eating carrots and spitting them around like a bad ass.

The psychiatrist didn't seem surprised. She checked off a few more boxes on the form she was filling out before exclaiming, "Slim, I hate to tell you this, but you are clinically

depressed." This announcement actually was what made Slim depressed. "Here," the psychiatrist said. "Take 3 of these little pills 3 times a day. I also want you to see Dr. Pooh."

"Pooh who," Slim asked the psychiatrist. "Dr. Pooh is a fine bear with a big brain for his size", the psychiatrist replied. "Sure, I guess I will make an appointment to see Pooh."

Dr. Pooh called Slim’s honey addiction normal, so Slim accepted the diagnosis. Slim ate so much honey that soon he couldn’t be called Slim anymore. He was Fat. The day he tried to

go to the store to purchase more honey, he found himself in a sticky situation. Slim got wedged in the doorway. His bloated, honey-filled stomach couldn't be squeezed through.

A passing swarm of bees offered to go down Slim's throat to remove the honey drop by drop. But as soon as Slim was slim enough to get through the door, he darted back in for more

. Such is the plight of addiction. Fold abort. Slim Withman, is that you? I went radio silent for 3 years but I'm back. No welcome back party for me, honey? The beehive mentality

ya, It's me.