A guy sees the psychiatrist. He says, Doc… I keep having theses recurring dreams. One night I’m a teepee, the next night I’m a wigwam. Every night the same thing, what’s my problem? Doc says, that easy. You’re two tents!
To err is to horse…but to forgive is equine…
Now there’s a guy who’s committed, or ought to be committed.
You mean the backyarrrrrrrrrrrd…
I like the companion book, “I’m OK, You’re Nuts”.
Reminds me of the two old men sitting on a park bench. One tells the other that he got the best and newest hearing aid in the whole world! The other man asks, Oh yeah, what kind is it? He answers, oh about 3 o’clock.
All I heard was, “wa-wa-waaaaa”.
That’s the way the cookie crumbles.
I’m with you, Brutus. But back to work. Duty calls.
The supermarket by me was selling, “Mensch on a Bench” for Hanukkah.