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(submitted by Sherry Poole)
Bob went to a psychotherapist.
"Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I
get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I'm going
crazy."
"Just put yourself in my hands for one
year," 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 Bob.
Six months later, the doctor met Bob 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 $10."
"Is that so? How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the
bed!"
Just thought I'd look in on
you to see if you were at your computer,
.......yep, you are. Have a
nice day.
(submitted by Chris Lumadue)
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