Laughter is the Best Medicine! by Hannah Howe

Contributions by Hannah Howe

Psychologist (psy-chol-o-gist) noun: A woman who watches everyone else when a handsome man walks into the room.

A man walked into my psychologist’s office with a pancake on his head, a fried egg on each shoulder and a sausage behind each ear. “What’s the problem?” I asked.

“Well, it’s like this,” the man said, “I’m worried about my brother...” A woman sat down in my psychologist’s office and said, “You’ve got to help me - my husband thinks he’s a greyhound. He eats dog food, sleeps in a kennel and even chases hares.” “Don’t worry,” I said, “I can cure him, but it might cost you.” “Oh, your fee isn’t an issue,” said the woman, “he’s already won five races.” A client said to me, “My wife thinks I’m crazy because I like sausages.”

“That isn’t a problem,” I said. “I like sausages too.”

“Great,” the client smiled. “You should come and see my collection...”

A Freudian slip is when you say one thing, but

mean your mother. A man walked into my psychologist’s office and said, “You’ve got to help me. I keep thinking I’m a goat.”

“I see,” I said. “How long have you had these delusions?”

“Ever since I was a kid,” the man said.

Remember: therapy is expensive, but popping bubble-wrap is cheap. You choose.