Any similarities to
persons living, dead,
or hoping to become president,
are purely coincidental
The Boogie Man
Barack Obama went to a
democratic psychiatrist.
"Doc," he said,
"I've got trouble. Every time I get into
bed, I think there's somebody hiding under it.
You gotta help me, Doc. I'm going crazy,"
cried Obama.
"Just put yourself in
my hands for two years," said the democratic
shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and
I'll cure your fears."
Obama asked, "How much
do you charge?"
"Five hundred dollars
per visit, but we can charge the taxpayers for
most of it."
"Good idea. I'll get
back to you," said Obama.
Six months later the doctor
met Obama at a community organizer rally.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me
again?" asked the dem psychiatrist.
"You wanted five
hundred dollars a visit and John McCain cured me
for ten bucks," said Obama.
"Is that so?!?
How?" inquired the Doc.
Obama gleefully replied,
"He told me to cut the legs off my
bed!"
(Ed. Note: Obama for Pres?
You're kidding, right?)