Under my bed

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 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 !

 SCREW THOSE SHRINKS.. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!