DANGLANGLEY
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- Oct 3, 2006
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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 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!'
SCREW THOSE SHRINKS. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!
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!'
SCREW THOSE SHRINKS. GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!
