A guy walks into a bar wearing a leopard-skin loincloth. He's carrying a shopping bag that's filled with tiny pieces of string. The man has his face painted like an Indian warrior. He's wearing a beanie with a propeller and he has a pair of huge fuzzy bedroom slippers on his ears.

The bartender is about to throw the man out when one of the customers says to him, "Let me handle this, I am a psychiatrist and I've seen cases like this before. I think I can help him.

"Hello there," says the psychiatrist to the man, "I want you to know I am a qualified psychiatrist; you can trust me. Now, what seems to be the problem?"

"Well," says the man, "I'm worried about my brother."