She: Freud would love this one.
She: I went to type “PayPerPost” on this blog entry I’m writing, and it came out “PayPerPest”.
“Whatsamatta, dude? Your ears burning?”
“She’s dissing my expertise, dude!”
“I grok the tease part, Mr. Payperblaug.com, that’s for sure. You ever get so much as a pizza out of all those posts?”
“Well, no …”
“Case closed, Sherlock.”
“Alright alright already. Maybe I’m cured, but She’s not. What the hell’s He gonna say, dude?”
He: I guess I’m glad not too many people take Freud seriously any more.
She: How come?
He: Well, you know how Freud always seemed to be carrying on about his mother?
She: Yeah? So?
He: Haven’t you ever wondered where he got all those slips? And when did he start using them for fortune-telling …?
– O Ceallaigh
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