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I was overjoyed when a letter from my Psychiatrist told me I no longer needed treatment.


"Thanks!" I said.


"No problem", it replied.
 
"My mother is still in shock," my wife complained. "The doctors say it could've killed her."


"I only did what you asked," I said, defending myself. "You said, 'Take her a cup of tea and two slices of toast with nothing on.'"
 
A drunk was holding on for dear life onto a pole.

Pst... hey... psst kemove..rhheere... yeag... you... can..you do me... a ... favour... count the lumbs on me head... pleass...sir...

And so, the passerby counted the lumps on his head. 4 it were.

Oh good! said the drunkard.... just one more pole to go and I am home...
 
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