One out of ten american men

One out of ten american men

tal institutions still use shock therapy to retrain the mind. It's also a little known fact that 90% of American mental institutions are a complete waste of time. I should know.

Nurse Ratchet smiled coolly at me. "Thank you for sharing your feelings about that, Randle." Her ice pick eyes drilled into mine. Damn. "Take your meds now." Grinning foolishly, I

swallowed & passed out. I woke up next morning with Nurse Ratchet snoring beside me. It seems she's been evicted from her flat & has been sleeping in Rm 388 for several months

I looked at her suspiciously and silently tried to get out of the bed. But I couldn't move. I felt like iron, like a tall old building which was ruined and now couldn't move from

when you've been encased in carbonite? She returned to the bedroom. "I'll see you in hell, lover," she taunted. I was beginning to think she was right. The front door slammed. Now

and then I feel like a hard candy. You know, something made by Mothers. That feeling washed over me as I started talking myself out of thinking that she was right.

Then she spoke again, and I was spewing steam like one of mother's blueberry pies. I decided to cash in on the goodwill I built up by doing chores. "Mother, silence this idiot girl

or I will scream." I clenched my fists and stood on my tiptoes, ready to blow the roof off. Mother quickly stopped the annoying noise coming from the girl's mouth. We were alright.