Easy Cure
Bubba went to a psychiatrist.
When he got there, he said, "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," said Bubba.
Six months later, the doctor met Bubba on the
street. "Why didn't you ever come to see 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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