Fly on the Wall

Gotta love those treatment meetings...they are so fun to sit in on:

Psychiatrist:
So, what brings you here.

Schizophrenic:
Well, I have God's people in my belly.

Psychiatrist:
Tell me more about that.

Schizophrenic:
They are all in there with a couple prostitutes just rollling around.

Psychiatrist:
Do they talk to you?

Schizophrenic:
No, they talk to Jesus. You see, I am married to Jesus, Jehovah, God and Satan.

Psychiatrist:
Wow, that must be difficult to be married to Jesus AND Satan.

Schizophrenic:
Yeah, but only at Christams.

Psychiatrist:
How so?

Schizophrenic:
Because it is hard to know what to get them. I did finally get Jesus a present. I bought him this really beautiful sweater and he just loved it. Satan sure is gonna be jealous about that.