Psychiatrists vs Bartenders

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 pounds per hour' the psychiatrist replied.

'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 pounds a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for £8. 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 the Shrinks

HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!

May your troubles be less, Your blessings be more

And nothing but happiness come through the door!