Dipped Rims

For 23 minutes Trevor sat on the examination table in his boxer shorts. His mind numb with thoughtlessness - his bare feet dangling a foot from the linoleum floor. The electric lights flickered and droned above his cranium.
Wild ideas and images once surged in his creative mind - but now the clouds had rolled in on his dome piece, and they were thick and gray with nothingness.

It was 2:35 when Doctor Henderson opened the door.

"Yes yes, how are you Trevor? How is your Mother? Good good, well what seems to be the problem son?"

Well Doc, I feel totally void of focus. My hands have lost their touch. My tounge has lost all taste. I'm far gone and I don't know how to get back home.

Yes I have come across many young people with your affliction. It seems a common occurrence in those so juvenile and unfettered. You simply need to dip your rims more often. Yes that seems to always do the trick!

Wait. 'Dip my Rims' what in the hell does that mean?

Well to put it bluntly my dear boy... I think you need to get laid. If that fails then just go home and rub one out.

Oh, well uh ok if you say so... thanks Doc, I'll do just that!

Be sure that you do... and give my best to your Momma and Auntie Sharin.