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 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 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!!!

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