Chapter 10

This one is compliments of R. McFee‎

This is an old Woody Allen joke.

So, there was this fellow, who was undergoing counseling. (isn’t everyone?)

One day, he arrived for his appointment, and seemed more morose than his baseline. The counselor asked him about it.

“Well, Doctor, it’s my brother. He thinks he’s a chicken. He crows at daybreak, he scratches in the dust for insects, he struts, and does that chicken chirp, and he sets himself on a perch, all night long, to sleep. Gotta tell you, the rest of the family is beginning to get concerned!”

“How long has he had this delusion?” asked the counselor.

The man looked pensive for a moment, and replied, “I guess, it’s been five, maybe six years, by now.”

“My God, man! What has taken you so long to seek help!”

The patient shrugged, and said, “Well, we really needed the eggs!”