The Ink Blot Joke
A man on the psychiatrist’s couch sees, in ink blot after ink blot, nothing but sexual imagery. A butterfly shape looks like testicles, a hilly mountain-scape like a rollicking bedroom scene, and so on. When the shrink delivers his verdict – you, sir, are a sex fiend – the man is indignant. “What?” he huffs. “But you’re the one drawing the dirty pictures!”