Cut the legs

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Shakey went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. EveryTime I
get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I Think
there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. "You gotta Help me, I'm
going crazy!"
"Just put you in my hands for two years," 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 Shakey.
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street. "Why didn't you ever
Come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so? How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"




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