Boy: Mom, please give me a glass of water. Mom: You come and drink it yourself. Boy: Please Mom… Mom: If you repeat, I’ll slap you. Boy: When you come to slap me, bring water for me!
If I was a painter, you would be my painting. If I was an author, you would be my story. If I was a poet, you would be my poem. But unfortunately I am a psychiatrist.
Sometimes you might catch me staring at you. It’s not because you are cute but because my mom told me that devils have tails and I’m just wondering where’s yours?
