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Sunday
Jun102012

Shrink vs. Bartender

Ever since I was a kid, I’ve had trouble sleeping. Finally, I went to see a shrink. 

”I've got problems,” I told the doc.  "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,” he said. “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 a visit.” 

”I'll sleep on it.” 

Six months later, I ran into the doc at the local watering hole. “Why didn't you come to 
see me about those fears you were having?” he asked.

“Well,” I said,  “Eighty bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot 
of money.  The bartender cured me for $10.  I was so happy to have saved all 
that money, I bought myself a new car!'

'

“Is that so!” he said, with a bit of an attitude. “And how, may I ask, did 
the bartender cure you?'

' 

“He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Ain't nobody under there 
now!”  
 
 

Shrink 0 Bartender 1

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