I am mush funnier than that.
I am interested why there are so many deletions though!

Do you reckon this joke is starting to wear a little thin???

is the damage done by the needle?

Is it harvest time?

I don’t have any photos only the stills which I completed when nashing my teeth in my crosbys

Now, I on the other hand, have a real problem to share.

You see, dear Doctor, I am quite well known, some might even say acclaimed in my profession. Not surprising really, when you consider how lame some of my colleagues are. Some jerk who dresses in a green body suit dotted with question marks and can’t resist leaving clues as to his whereabouts, some guy with a bad skin problem who likes eating his enemies, some other jerk who is codependent on tossing (a coin) … you get the picture.

Anyway here’s my problem Doc. Though I’ve always considered myself more than straight on the Kinsey scale, there’s this guy in a latex suit who wears his underwear on the outside who always goes around beating me up. And I seem to like it. In fact I seem to always want to get into situations where I draw his attention so that he can beat me up. And sometimes I try to beat him up too, not that I actually can, but in a manner of speaking. I’m no match for him physically but I throw bombs at him, spray him with poison gas, lay booby traps for him, that kind of stuff. And I get a kick out of it, and I think he does too.

Now comes the twist. I think I only get his attention because of the profession I’m in. I’ve wanted to retire for a long, long time, old bones and joints and all. I’m getting tired of my gig to be honest, though it has its rewards. But the only reason I’m not chucking lawn bowls in Florida is ‘cos of him. I don’t think he’ll even so much as look at me anymore if I left my profession. And the annoying thing is he’s always so angry at me for not retiring, he’s dedicated his life to making me quit, it seems, yet I would lose his attention if I did. And I get a kick out of being beat up by him and trying to kill him. Though I always stop short of it cos if I iced him, he wouldn’t be there to play with anymore. Instead I’ve been icing the people around him, like his little catamite who swings around in green underwear. He’s hated me for it but I think deep down he loves me too, and he gets a kick out of beating me up, which is why so far he hasn’t killed me.

Well it’s plain that this is a dysfunctional relationship doctor. but what should I do? or are we destined to kill each other one day? Is that the only way to consummate this?

regards
The real Joker

All these people that you mention
Yes, I know them, they’re quite lame
I had to rearrange their faces
And give them all another name

Right now I can’t read too good
Don’t send me no more letters no
Not unless you mail them
From Desolation Row

yours sincerely
The Joker

This is a freewill vs determinism problem is it not? You are a character in a song and feel that you have no control over your own life. Yet you are able to step outside the song and approach Dr Troppo for help.

What is it you want Dr Troppo to do — give you permission to run your own life?

What should I do? Can you please tell Bob to rewrite my life? It sucks

yours sincerely
The Joker

Let’s be clear about this. If you believe that I must submit myself to your moral standards rather than my own then it is you who is suffering from megalomania.

Is this a time travel question?

Should I move and remove my good friend as Emperor of Rome.
He has grown into a dictator and is so much of a megalomaniac he has named birthing of children and a salad after him!

Should I strike and when?