Obsessions
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Obsessions
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed. To the first somewhat-portly mother, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, wearing an expensive fur coat; "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Mercedes."
He turns to the third Mom, who was somewhat inebriated; "Your
obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, who was wearing a skintight leather skirt, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers. "Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
A psychiatrist was conducting a group therapy session with four young mothers and their small children.
"You all have obsessions," he observed. To the first somewhat-portly mother, he said, "You are obsessed with eating. You've even named your daughter Candy."
He turned to the second Mom, wearing an expensive fur coat; "Your obsession is with money. Again, it manifests itself in your child's name, Mercedes."
He turns to the third Mom, who was somewhat inebriated; "Your
obsession is alcohol. This too manifests itself in your child's name, Brandy."
At this point, the fourth mother, who was wearing a skintight leather skirt, gets up, takes her little boy by the hand and whispers. "Come on, Dick, we're leaving."
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