Did you hear the one about the two women psychiatrists?
They would meet for lunch each week to discus their cases and check in on each other's mental health.
One day, one says to the other, "I'm worried about myself. At breakfast this morning, I had a little slip of the tongue in front of my husband and it's bothering me."
The other says, "Tell me about it. Don't be ashamed. We ought to discuss these Freudian slips. They could give you an insight into your subconscious."
So the first woman explains, "Well, I was eating breakfast and I looked over my husband. I meant to say, 'Please pass the buttered toast.' And instead I said, 'You ruined my life, you fucking bastard!'"