Delusional-total loser-no life...I'm afraid you have diagnosed 'lil
Scotty.
I've worked so hard to give Scotty all that he wants-a computer,
satellite TV, and a subscription to Dolphin Digest. He still can't
satisfy his lust for Fran Marino. The last straw was the trip to
Europe we just returned from. Imagine, a week in Austria with the
finest minds in psychology, and even they can't help 'lil Scott. All
they could tell me is that he is a paranoid shizophrenic/ obsessive
compulsive redundant schlemazel. This, we knew! The only hope they
could give me is that now, with the football season over, the bed
wetting and compulsive masturbation will possibly be slowing down. The
laundry I do for that one! Again, my deepest apologies for the actions
of my boy. He's not stupid-just very, very immature. Someday, I'm
hopeful that he will grow up, take his place in society, and stop
embarrassing me-I really, really deserve it...