Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders

> >> 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 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
> >> c ome 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 an attitude he asked . .. . 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!

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