Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders

BILLY BOB HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER HIS BED AT NIGHT SO HE WENT TO A SHRINK:


'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 SHRINKS, TALK TO A BARTENDER and HAVE A DRINK!


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