Bubba went to a psychiatrist.
'I've got problems. Everytime 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,' said Bubba.
Six months later the doctor met Bubba on the street. 'Why
didn't you ever come come to see me about those 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! 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! 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!!!'
Git ' er dun !!!!!!!!
