Cigars
A man went to his doctor seeking help for his terrible addiction to cigars. The doctor was quite familiar with his very compulsive patient, so recommended an unusual and quite drastic form of aversion therapy.
“When you go to bed tonight, take one of your cigars, unwrap it, and stick it completely up your asshole. Then remove it, rewrap it, and place it back with all the others in such a fasion as you can’t tell which one it is. The aversion is obvious: you won’t dare smoke any of them, not knowing which is the treated cigar.”
“Thanks doc, I’ll try it.” And he did. But three weeks later he came back and saw the doctor again.
“What? My recommendation didn’t work? It was supposed to be effective even in the most addictive of cases, such as yours is!”
“Well, it kind of worked, doc. At least I was able to transfer my addiction,” said the patient.
“What in the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Well, I don’t smoke cigars anymore, but now I can’t go to sleep at night unless I have a cigar shoved up my ass.”