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 visit,'
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 those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for
a year is an awful Lot of money!
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 a bit of 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 !!!"
SCREW THOSE SHRINKS.. GO HAVE A DRINK
& TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!
Life is too short....
H/T Terry
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