Thorough-Bread Racer
A lady begs
the psychiatrist,
“Doctor, you've got to help my husband. He thinks he's a racehorse.
He wants to live in a stable, he walks on all fours - he even eats hay.”
“I'm sure I can cure him,” the shrink replies,
“but it will
take a long time and be very costly.”
“Oh, money's no object,” she says.
“He's already won two races.”