Little Johnny has just returned from a psychological examination.
”Well, Johnny,” says his mother, ”what did the psychologist say?”
”He said I had an Oedipus Complex,” says Johnny.
”Just you forget that Oedipus rubbish!” says his mother. ”The main thing is you love your mummy.”
I’m not actually sure which is worse.
On my application form for Hull university to study psychology, where it asked why I wanted to study psychology, I put as a joke, ”To get inside a girl’s head, so I can get inside their pants”.
Or the fact that they accepted me and gave me books on hypnosis as suggested reading.