A woman goes to the psychiatrists carrying a duck under her arm. “What’s seems to be the problem?” asked the psychiatrist.
“Well it’s not me with the problem.” Said the woman, “It’s my husband, he thinks he’s a duck.”
A woman goes to the psychiatrists carrying a duck under her arm. “What’s seems to be the problem?” asked the psychiatrist.
“Well it’s not me with the problem.” Said the woman, “It’s my husband, he thinks he’s a duck.”