A man was walking into a bar. Waiting outside was a boy and a dog.
The man asked the boy, “Does your dog bite?” The boy said, “No sir my dog doesn’t bite.”
The man leaned over and patted the dog on it’s head. The dog bit the man’s finger nearly off
and blood was going everywhere. The man was screaming in pain and said,
" Hey boy I thought you said, your dog doesn’t bite?"
Two schizophrenics walk into a bar…and then both leave out different exits because neither believe it was just a “coincidence” that another schizophrenic walked into that same bar at the exact same time, so they both decided to elude each other by taking different routes home, all the while disabling their GPS on their cell phones and saving an emergency “I’m being stalked, if I disappear, it was that schizophrenic in the bar that killed me” texts in their phones in case their suspicions of sudden assassination are true.
I suppose if I had a choice between diseases, I would prefer to be a schizophrenic kleptomaniac.After all, you never feel alone…and if it gets too bad, you can always take something for it.