The Three Little Guardian Angels
After a few seconds of silence, Daisie burst out, chuckling.
Seeing her smile, Mia continued. “I have another one. A guy went to see his psychologist alone and asked: Doc, I keep having these alternating, recurring dreams. First I’m a teepee, then I’m a wigwam; then I’m a teepee again, then I’m a wigwam, and then I’m a teepee again… These dreams are driving me nuts. What’s wrong with me?”
“The psychologist replied very calmly: It’s simple, you’re two tents.”
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