I know a cure for that…

About 10 years ago or so, I had two roommates, Jeff and Jason.  Jeff was a great roommate.  We were great friends (still are), and Jason was, well, Jason was comic relief (until, of course, he stopped paying his share of the bills).

One of the things that was a source of boundless entertainment was Jason’s girlfriend.  Or, rather, the way she treated him and the way he made excuses for her.  And it was an endless supply of laughs.

One day, Jason was telling some story or another of something she had said or did to him.

“What in the fuck is wrong with her?” I asked.

“She has seasonal depression,” he said.  Making yet another excuse for the way she treated him.

“Seasonal depression?  What the fuck is that?”

“She gets depressed in the winter because it gets darker earlier.  Or because there isn’t as much light as there is in the summer or something.”

“I know a cure for that,” Jeff offered.

“What?” asked Jason, interested.

“Buy that bitch a lightbulb.”