EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A SHRINK AND TOLD HIM:
"I've got problems. Every time I go to bed I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come talk to me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"Eighty dollars per," replied the doctor.
"I'll sleep on it," I said.
Six months later the doctor met me on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me about the fear you were having?"
"Well, eighty bucks per visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money. And a bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!"
"Is that so?!" With an attitude he said . . . "And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now!"
s***w THOSE SHRINKS. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!
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