Playboy's Party Jokes
May, 1993
Doctor, you have to help me!" came the frantic phone call to the psychiatrist. "My husband thinks that he's in an opera. He sings night and day at the top of his lungs and he's driving me crazy!""Send him to me first thing in the morning," the shrink said.A week later, the wife called again. "I don't know how you did it," she said gratefully, "but Charlie's barely singing anymore. Did you cure his delusion?""Not exactly," the psychiatrist re...
