A young lady went to see her psychiatrist. She was very distraught. The psychiatrist asked how he could help her.

She said "Well doc, I'm very upset because I went out last night and I got drunk. I'm talking totally shit-faced, green in the gills drunk. I came home and I blew chunks.

" The doctor said "Oh, I see, well I don't know how I can be of any help. I'm a psychiatrist, not a medical doctor.

Besides, a lot of people drink to much and end up throwing up, or as you say 'blowing chunks.'" The young lady said "Yeah, but Dr.

, you don't understand...

Chunks is my dog."