Good Advice

[jamesk]

A guy went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble.
Every
time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. You gotta help
me,
I'm going crazy!"

  "Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the shrink. Come
to
me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."  "How much do you charge?"  The shrink said, "a hundred dollars per
visit."  "I'll sleep on it," said Bob.  Six months later the doctor met Bob on the street. "Why didn't you
ever
come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.  "For a hundred bucks a visit? Not me. I told my story to a bartender and he cured me after 3 beers.

  "Is that so ! How?"

"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"

[GR@PH;<'S]

jamesk,
:hysterical:

GR@PH;<'S   :breakkie: