Whats under your bed???

[Tartan Spartan]

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 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 THE SHRINKS...
>
> TALK TO A BARTENDER!
>
> May your troubles be less, Your blessings be more,
> And nothing but happiness come through your door!