Your shrink calls you to book an appointment. You're clueless to why but your shrink is hot so you don't mind and oblige. Finally the day of the appointment arrives, you are called in and your shrink sits waiting for you, with her sexy legs crossed. She's smiling, holding a bunch of suspicious papers. "Unbeknownst to you I took some hair samples of your head and ran some tests. It seems like the loserness is in your genes." She begins...