By Matthew Wood

Man, I hate therapists. Never trusted ‘em. I mean, what can they tell you about yourself that you don’t already know? I’m guessing LD is feeling the same way, after dealing with not only his own rogue psychoanalyst but Cheryl’s as well.

It all starts when Larry’s therapist, Dr. Bright, gives him some terrible advice to give Cheryl (Cheryl Hines) an ultimatum about moving back in. His reasoning for being so stern: “No one likes a pussy.” While you have to respect the logic, you know it ain’t going over well with Cheryl.

That sets off a chain of events (is there any time that doesn’t happen on this show?) that leads to Larry faking a mugging of Cheryl’s therapist to make him look good – which works a little too well. Dr. Slavin falls for Larry, while Dr. Bright gets arrested for the fake/real mugging. Larry’s solution: Fake Alzheimer’s, obviously.

Things all turn out well -- that is, until Larry’s therapist spills his guts to Cheryl’s therapist, which definitely does not bode well for LD.

So, the moral of the story? Don’t ever trust a therapist. And while you’re at it, it’s probably best not to date a chick who sees one either.


In other news, Jeff (Jeff Garlin) is still bald. I really didn’t think he actually shaved his head (last week, his surgery for snoring got botched and – get this – it was all Larry’s fault), but he’s definitely a chrome-dome. Nice work, Jeff. Talk about getting into your work.

Also, can someone get Leon his own show? I would totally watch him talk about whatever for a half-hour. This week, he gets in on the fake mugging plot, but is scratched from the plan when he insists on fucking Larry up. His reasoning: “The more fucked up you are, the more of a hero you're gonna look like.” With advice like that, who needs a therapist?