bed, I think there's somebody under it. I'm scared. I think I'm going
"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
"How much do you charge?"
"Eighty dollars per visit," replied the psychiatrist.
"I'll sleep on it," said Bubba.
Six months later the psychiatrist met Bubba on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were
having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"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 I went and bought me a new pickup!"
"Is that so! 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."
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