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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 be 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 ! ! ! '


HECK WITH THOSE SHRINKS .. TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!

Warmie

Hmmm, just realized, you can't get under my bed....cool!

lol you can get under mine but im more afraid of the closet than anything.

Closets brings back some bad memories for me. But that is the past.

Warmie