Time for a bit of psychiatric analysis – five jokes worth:
A man was attacked and left bleeding in a ditch. Two psychiatrists passed by and one said to the other, “We must find the man who did this – he needs help!”
The seriously disturbed man slunk into the office of an eminent psychiatrist.
“Doctor, you have to help me, it’s gotten really bad,” he pleaded. I feel like nobody ever listens to me.”
The psychiatrist looked up and said, “Next!”
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a lightbulb? One. But the lightbulb has to really want to change.
“I wouldn’t worry about your son playing with dolls,” the doctor told the middle-aged matron. She said, “I’m not worried, but his wife is very upset.”
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After the woman seated herself in the psychiatrist’s office, the doctor asked, “What seems to be the problem?”
“Well, I, uh,” she stammered. “I think I, uh, might be a nymphomaniac.”
“I see,” he said. “I can help you, but I must advise you that my fee is eighty dollars an hour.”
“That’s not bad,” she replied. “How much for all night?”
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