Psychiatrist or bartender? hmmm…

VER 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 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

  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!!!’

 

 

  FORGET THOSE SHRINKS.. GO HAVE A DRINK of honegar & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!

 

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VER 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…
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