[StBernard] Bartender vs the shrink

[Westley Annis]

	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
ever 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 an attitude he asked . .'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 ! ! !'
	
	  FORGET THOSE SHRINKS... GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!