Dinner Plans
A skeleton walks into a restaurant and sits down.
The waiter, startled but polite, asks, “What can I get you?”
The skeleton replies, “A burger, medium rare, and… oh yeah, a mop.”
Confused, the waiter asks, “A mop? Why would you need a mop?”
The skeleton chuckles darkly and says, “Because everything goes right through me.”
The therapist asks, “Why are you here today?”
The clown replies, “Nobody takes me seriously.”
The therapist nods and says, “That’s unfortunate.” Then he adds, “Let’s try roleplay. Pretend I’m someone who does take you seriously.”
The clown smirks, leans back, and says, “Okay, Doc. Imagine this: A funeral full of clowns, all crying because I bombed my last joke—literally.”
