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Geoff Herbach

Geoff Herbach


Last Updated: 7/8/2009

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Gender: Male
Status: In a Relationship
Age: 40
Sign: Scorpio

City: MINNEAPOLIS
State: MINNESOTA
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/11/2005

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Monday, January 21, 2008 
For instance, dispatch, 8:45 pm Jan 20:

is...me...am...Watching the Packers play in the playoffs. So dumb to get so engaged in something there's nothing I can do to... What a pain. And, yet, I am Wisconsin (I mean from Wisconsin)... and my first memories of being alive are... watching Packers. Would go nuts in front TV seeing terrible to marginally mediocre teams lose or not. It affected my whole sense of self, of well-being. Lose/win. Could not separate my own identity from Packers.

Later college and Favre? Didn't have to separate identity from Packers, because they won (why not be a winner?!).

Then things changed, life changed. I had marriage, children, got into career, professional something or other, which is called a career, or something (none of this without trouble marriage, job). I separated from the Packers. I thought.

Oh, Favre is 106 years old, as am I. He's still playing. I'm alone in my apartment, watching this pain on TV, and I can barely breathe. I'm hanging, dangling, twisting on every bad play. I'm suffering. Aren't I an individualist? I'm not an individual. The worst kind of collectivist (not Marxist nor Traditionalist). I'm part of cheese headed football culture and have no ability to make things go right. I'm an idiot! Doesn't stop me from being an idiot, this knowledge. I need a therapist.
Sandy

 
Dear Mr. Horseblock,
I am not really sure to what you are referring. What is Packers? Mr. Hiplock, at your age, as a semiprofessional with a doctorate from the Online University of $299 Diplomas Are Us, I must tell you: don't be too hard on yourself. You are obviously wrestling with demons greater than anyone can truly imagine.
For now, go with the collectivism. To change without professional help can have deleterious effect on your well being. Don't challenge these feelings of tortuous connectedness to a ridiculous and fruitless pastime. Perhaps, your friend Wisconsin also needs a therapist? I have openings. My office has a complimentary Whine and cheese buffet in the reception lobby.
So Mr. Herpattok, I offer my semi-professional services starting at $1,150.99 per session, (cash only--no insurance) three times a week for, oh a few months, and then we'll reassess. I have direct pipeline to a Canadian Pharmaceutical provider that can having you simulating the actions and emotions of a normal human in nearly no time. The side effects can be startling at first, but most patients find a way to work through the humiliation and social isolation brought on by . . . well let's go into later.

Yours sincerely,

Angelita Knickertwist, D.hP.
Sports Atheist and Psychiatric Lie Coach
 
Posted by Sandy on Monday, January 21, 2008 - 3:09 PM
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Geoff Herbach
Geoff Herbach

 
Oh Ms. Knickerwist, you are what I am looking for. I'll apply for a new credit card and then contact you. With my credit and your expertise and my disorder and your expertise, we'll spend some quality time together. Can't wait!
Herbach
 
Posted by Geoff Herbach on Monday, January 21, 2008 - 3:14 PM
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3reef

 
I feel your pain Geoff.
I was really routing for the old man Favre.
He had time thanks to his offensive line, but his receivers weren't open.
Sounds like my sex life.
 
Posted by 3reef on Tuesday, January 22, 2008 - 12:23 AM
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Molly P.

 
Oh, but you are an individualist, my lovely friend. A cheese head doesn't see beyond the straw dangling from his double beer-can cap to even contemplate his place in the world. Not to swaddle them all in the same Zubaz cloth. But, you know... I mean, I'm just sayin'.

Just because you go to Super America doesn't mean a diet of orange chips, Mountain Dew, and meth will be your killer.

P.S. I love you, Geoff Herbach. I am going to go read more of your book right now. It made me laugh/cry so hard last night I could barely contain myself. I am so proud of you. I wanted to tell you that before I kill myself (too late.) :) God, that single parenthetical still makes me laugh.
 
Posted by Molly P. on Tuesday, January 22, 2008 - 1:01 AM
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