Need A Shrink??

[cabinetman]

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 have to think about it,' I said.

Six months later the doctor met me on the street.

'Why didn't you ever 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 out and bought a new car!'

'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 ! ! !
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[BobSch]

Bartenders and kids. If you want a straight answer, they're the folks to talk to.

[crokett]

kids. If you want a straight answer, they're the folks to talk to.

You sing it, brutha.

[footprintsinconc]

good one!