I've had some terrible days at work recently, and then today we ended up touching on my mommy issues, and I just went to pieces. I'm thirty and I've been in and out of therapy my entire life. Mommy issues should be fucking over with. The stress of douchebags at work, gearing up for a move, lack of sleep, and this terrible dream I had last night (like... major social anxiety involving my boss), just made tonight a pajamas and American Dad night.
So, on that note... here's a clip from American Dad of Roger acting like a psychotherapist: