Always ask your bartender first.
Jerry Lee went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. 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," said Jerry Lee.
Six months later the doctor met Jerry Lee on the street. "Why didn'tyou ever come to see me about those bed fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money, besides which, my bartender cured me for only $10." I was so happy to have saved all that money I went and bought me a new pickup!
"Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!" Ain't nobody canfit under there now!!
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