A man went to see his therapist about his psychotic fantasy of making love to the members of Jersey Shore ..

"So, why did you come see me today?"

"Well, while I was at work, I couldn't stop imagining having sex with the cast of Jersey Shore! It was awful, and I got nothing done that day!"

The psychologist stroked his beard in deep thought. "You must understand," the psychologist replied, "that these are just fantasies. But carrying them out to make these feelings go away is obviously not advised, since this is rape."

"Yeah, I understand." The man moaned in defeat as he put his head in his hands.

The two sat in silence for a moment, until the psychologist had a brilliant idea. "I think I can help you get over these perverse fantasies, but you must follow my every word. Do you accept?"

The man nodded his head, and the psychologist began to walk the man through the procedure.

"Imagine that you're in front of a sprawling mansion, and the entire cast of Jersey Shore is standing in front of you."

"No ... this is too hard." the man responded, trying to imagine with his eyes closed.

"You must continue, or these fantasies will continue. Now, the cast is unaware of your existence. They are busy playing volleyball in the pool, enjoying themselves."

The man was wincing, trying to suppress his base desires. The psychologist knew he had to act quickly or this therapy session would be all for nothing.

"Now," said the psychologist, "insert yourself into the situation! Are they looking at you now?"

The man opened his eyes, shook his head in surprise, and asked the psychologist, "Hold on! Didn't you say that was rape?"