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| The Air Shaft on top of the Metro Mall in Middle Village Queens is a great listener. If I ever have a problem that I don't feel comfortable talking to my therapist about, I come to see Sanderson the Airshaft. My therapist, Bill, the Snowman that lives in my fridge, usually has tons of great advice, but when I actually start bitching about him (e.g. how he's a big ham, or a mic hog when we do karaoke, or just plain cold-hearted) he doesn't know how to handle it. It's called PROFESSIONALISM, Bill. You're my therapist. You're supposed to help me with all my problems, even when you're my problem. The other thing I like about Sanderson is that he smells like hot-dogs, cause he's helping to keep the Mall's Nathans franchise well ventilated. Lets all give it up to Sanderson! |
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| Bill and Me. |
