A lady visits her therapist. "I think my husband is a son of a





."
The therapist asks why she thinks that. She replies, "Well, he kisses me."
The therapist kisses her and says, "I kissed you, and I'm not a son of a





."
She replies, "Yes, but he feels me up."
The therapist proceeds to feel her up.
He returns to his seat and says, "I felt you up, and I'm not a son of a





."
The lady replies, "But he -- you know -- has ### with me."
So the therapist goes over and has ### with her. After they're finished, the therapist says, "See, I just had ### with you, and I'm not a son of a





."
The lady says, "Yes, but my husband has AIDS."
The therapist says, "SON OF A





."