Therapeutic Nonsense

Don Mitchell addresses the public after a ten month hiatus. Briefly.

SPORTS!!! SPORTS!!! SPORTS!!!!!!! It’s a thing.

We Ride. We ride by soccer mom mini van across three states to the Battle of Isle of Palms. We fought Valiantly.

To kick off Season 4 of Therapeutic Nonsense, we receive a proper Cello lesson from award-winning Cellist Benjamin Houser.

Flat? Round? Curved? Hollow? Bent Too Far One Side? Blue? Green? Black and White? I know one thing is for certain. The Earth is… the earth is… the… earth… is… damnit!

Today, we honor a fallen legend. Jack Nicholas Glenderson IV. The original member of the Therapeutic Nonsense podcast. Rest In Peace, dear friend.

It’s not a game, but it is? I don’t know. Gimme the controller, hand me the cards. I’ll play.

Only two episodes left until… until… wait there’s a gun to my head. Apparently, I’m not supposed to finish that sentence.

Actor/Visual Artist and fellow legend Philip Visoso-Roman returns for brunch and Katy Perry chart-toppers.

Villains have the best storylines.

This has nothing to do with Dylan Sprouse. I just needed a name. Pretty sure I spelled Sprouse wrong.

Such a funny name for a state. Kentucky.

I’m in a New York State of Mind for the first time ever. It was incredible. I wanted you guys to know how fun and weird and beautiful New York City is.

To explain this episode would be like explaining how the earth is flat… waaaaiiittt a minute

The world is a crazy place, and Therapeutic Nonsense takes that crazy, and gives it heroine.

There are a lot of red flags, I know. If you stick around long enough, you’ll forget what those red flags are in the first place! See problem solved. Yay us.

If I smack you, does that make you Chris Rock?

Dave & Busters, Dairy Queen, and Lady Gaga are all you need on a Tuesday afternoon. Perfect way to kick off a THIRD SEASON of Therapeutic Nonsense.

That’s right bitches! We’re back. How, I don’t know. Therapy I suppose.

Part 2 of the two-part series, where we go back in time for a season 2 recap of Therapeutic Nonsense. Some of the most unbearably ridiculous moments on the show are captured once again, and even some moments that never aired! Excited? No? Oh, then go f**k yourself!

Part 1 of a two-part series, where we go back in time for a recap of season 1 of Therapeutic Nonsense. Some of the most unbearably ridiculous moments on the show are captured once again, and even some moments that never aired! Excited? No? Oh, then go f**k yourself!

A letter written never to be read is to be read in confidence, but as history has shown time and time again. NO ONE CAN KEEP A F**KING SECRET!! NOSY MOTHA F**KAS!

The upcoming events may shock you.

This last selection of poems for the season will solidify the pen name Poetic Paradox. I am a poet. Dare you to deny me otherwise!

I think we're just two different people. We don't connect anymore. Also, you're a turtle. Not my ideal dynamic. Cady Maben joins the cast.

Prepare to run for your LIFE!!!

The Dirty Sprite was not part of the prank, that was just a happy accident.

I apologize in advance to any individuals or parties offended by this episode. Wait... no i don't!😂. I can use emojis, now. Damn, i'm slow. I think I need a Colonoscopy.

Coca-Cola, it's real Cocaine! How would I know, right? It's not like I work for them or anything. Wink wink...

Two best buds go on a road trip together. What happens next may change your LIFE! Probably not im totally exaggerating.

Poetry, the symmetry or asymmetry of words and metaphors. Well shit, do we have to do it again? Why?

If you know what you want, go after it with exceeding force. Understand your goals, both realistic and fantastical. All in all, you got to BE AGGRESSIVE, B E AGGRESSIVE!! Just love saying that

The more you know, the less you actually see. Another episode packed with conspiracy garbage. Hope you brought an anvil, or aluminum foil...

You wanna see God? Yea me too. Where da fuck he at?

In 2021, there's a first time for everything! Today, it's cannabis. Tomorrow... Who knows

Imagine waking one day in your own personal HELL! For some of us, that's just waking up everyday...

Therapuetic Nonsense would like to wish everyone a Happy Holidays and Happy New Year! That's what normal people do, right?

Poetry. That's a thing!

Today, I'll be joined by an expert Conspiracy Theorist as we discuss and debate on the world's weirdest and unorthodox conspiracies in history... Or not. We'll see how it goes.

Dumb Ass Reporter: Where do you see yourself in five years? Me: Where do YOU see yourself in five years? Dumb Ass Reporter: I'm sorry? Me: I'm just curious. You asked me, so you must have thought about it yourself. Dumb Ass Reporter: I haven't really gave it much thought. Me: Funny, neither have I and yet you ask me. I'm not a f**kin oracle. I don't where i'll be in five years. Shit I could be dead in five days! 5 years... next question.

Halloween has arrived. Personally, I stopped caring about the holliday when i turned fifteen, but that's beside the point. Vampires, Werewolves, Witches and Wizards, Ghouls and Ghosts, mummies, evil clowns, that Thriller video, you get the idea. (Cue Evil Laugh) Happy Halloween Bitches!

Therapeutic Nonsense is back! What to expect? I honestly dont know anymore. Anything can happen at this point. ANYTHING...

I'm really tired, but not too tired to rant about absolutely anything and everything non-important and irrelevant to real-world issues. Climate change, social change, mental health, sex, gender, the fact that we are in the midst of a world-wide pandemic... none of that is talked about here.

Do you ever feel like you need to get away from something, or someone? Do you ever feel like you need a safe space to be yourself? A sanctuary? Well, you won't find it here. Sorry, but hope you enjoy anyway!

Ain't no party like a friday frat party cause a friday frat party... uh, you get the point. I need a drink. College, am I right? There's nothing like a shit ton of cocaine to get you through.

Shout out to the homies all over. Shout out to my moms. Shout out to Popeyes. Shout out to my enemies, they're my true motivation. Shout out to the teachers. Shout out to the preachers. Shout out to the protestors, shout out to the cops. Shout to the next generation.

Prejudice, police brutality, racism, rioting, looting, murder, Corona, I suck at Pac-Man. It's these times in America where it makes you think about moving to Canada, starting a new life. Then you realize you're not actually going to move to Canada. Definitely not off the table. Get your sh*t together America, so I don't actually move to Canada. Be a really awkward day.

Today really put a lot of things in perspective. Like how life is too short, and how we can never solve racism in America. Now is time for a change, or I guess whenever the f**k you feel like it! (Sarcastically) Whatever works for you.

Uuuhhhh, Mondays.

Sunday. Sunday. Sunday. I heard the weather is going to be shit today, so im sleeping in. Im talkin about TKO kind of sleep. The type of shit you'd throw your alarm clock out a window for.