RoyallyScrewed wrote: jdunlop, your story sounds like you were too embarrassed to admit you were talking about yourself when you visited the psychiatrist. I hear that's a common way to try to get help about an embarrassing situation, although I'm surprised that he only noticed your nuts. Tiny wee-wee?
Just a few suggestions after musing over this... and if you tell that story again. A psychiatrist would never say you're nuts or talk about your nuts unless he was also nuts. Have yourself walk in somewhere else. A classic place is a bar. Bar tenders are notorious for casually commenting on a guy's junk.
Which reminds me about the joke about a tiny pianist. ...
One day a man walks into a bar and to his amazement, he finds a tiny person playing a tiny
piano. Stunned the man asked the bartender where he got this amazing person. The bartender replied that he has a genie that grants a single wish, and showed him a lamp from behind the bar.
Without hesitation the man wished for a million bucks, but instead 1 million ducks instantly appeared. Infuriated and disappointed, the man screamed "I think your genie is hard of hearing, I asked for a million bucks but instead I got a million ducks."
The bartender shook his head and replied, "You're telling me... Do you really think I asked for a 12 inch pianist?"
jdunlop wrote: Royal Whacko walks into the psychiatrist wearing only cling film for shorts. The shrink says, “l can clearly see your nuts”