The Psychiatrist and the Bartender

Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my
bed at night.

So I went to a psychiatrist 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 psychiatrist.

'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 pounds per visit,' replied the expert.

'I'll sleep on it,' I said.

Six months later, he met me on the street. 'Why didn't you ever come
to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.

'Well, eighty quid 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 myself a new car!'

'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 THOSE LEARNED DOCTORS..."licensed to steal your money."..

GO HAVE A BEER & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER FOR ALL YOUR PROBLEMS.