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Cured Forever!
A father was distressed with his thirteen-year old son's preoccupation
with breasts. His son would repeatedly point to attractive girls
and whisper, "Hey, Dad, look at the knockers on that one!"
The father finally took the boy to a psychiatrist, who assured
him that just one day's intensive therapy could cure the boy.
When the session was over, the father and his son walked several
blocks back to the car. The boy was silent as they passed a number
of attractive girls.
As they neared the car, the proud father was thinking to himself,
pleased with the psychiatrist's work. Then, as they passed a guy
unloading barrels of beer from a truck, the boy pulled at his father's
sleeve and whispered,
"Hey, Dad, look at the ass on the truck driver!"
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