A middle aged man, undergoing psychoanalysis, returns to his therapist’s couch after a long holiday weekend where he visited his estranged mother for the first time in 20 years.
- How did your Thanksgiving dinner go? - the therapist asked his patient.
- Well, I think I had one of those Freudian slips that you guys sometimes talk about.
- What do you mean? - the therapist asked.
- At one point during dinner I turned to my mother. I meant to say, "please pass the mashed potatoes", but, instead, I said "you ruined my life, you fucking bitch”.
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