Pointed Response

A patient walks into his psychiatrist's office and lies on the couch.

"You have to help me, Doc," he says. "I haven't been able to sleep for weeks.

"What's the problem?" the doctor says.

"Every night I lie in bed having visions of my dead ancestors. They sit on the bedposts and stare at me threateningly. What can I do?"

"Very simple," says the shrink. "Sharpen the tops of the bedposts."

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