My therapist handed me a box of tissues the other day and without thinking I said "Thanks, Lori" and then she demanded that I explain to her why I called her Lori. So then I had to go into a long explanation about the naked banano and why it is funny. But about halfway through the explanation I started to realize how batshit insane I sounded so I started stuttering and getting embarrassed. It got so bad that at one point I couldn't even finish the sentence and just sat there staring at the ground like a retard. The whole time she had a worried expression on her face and I could tell she thought I was making it all up. After that session she prescribed me anti-psychotics.