I'm here
I am.
Me!
I am here.
and I
Hmmm....
Yup
Alright. That's everyone then. Okay, I wanted to discuss therapy.
stupidsh*ttysocalledtherapy......
Lori...
What??? It's sh*t.
It is. It makes our head foggy.
I say we should quit. It obviously isn't working for us....
We can't quit. It would be rude.
so???
I don't like it, Leslie.
Nor I.
Me neither, but we can't give up now. It does help in some areas.
It makes us feel worse.
Here here!
Stop it guys.
Hey, we have to make a compromise here. A majority of us want to quit.
but, Rita won't let us anyway.
We're old enough to decide what we do.
I say we vote on it.
We can't!
Should we vote on voting on it too then?

You guys can't do this to me. I'll look like a quiter!
Come on guys. We learn coping skills this way.
They don't even work.
I don't like it. She doesn't believe in us and she puts more denial in you.
I'm not denying anything.
but when you do it's usually that damn therapist's fault.
We don't even need to vote. We know that everyone votes against this therapy except Leslie and Kat so....
No more therapy!

HEY!!!

Fine. Whatever.
motherf*ckingsonofab*tch....
LORI.
what???
Okay....So now what?
Meeting ends.
yay