Shakey went to a psychiatrist.
"Doc," he said, "Ive got trouble. Every time I get intos somebody under it. I get under the
bed, I think there
bed, I think theres somebody on top of it. Top, under,m going crazy!"
top, under ... you gotta help me, I
"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?"
"A hundred dollars per visit."
"I'll sleep on it," said Shakey.
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the
psychiatrist.
"For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for
ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
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