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A man goes to see a psychiatrist. He says to the psychiatrist, “Doc, I’m going crazy! Everytime I get into bed, I think there is somebody under it. I get under the bed, and I think somebody is on top of it. Under, top, Under. You gotta help me.” The psychiatrist says, “Just put yourself in my hands for two years. Come to me three times a week, and I’ll cure your fears.” “How much do you charge?”, says the man. “A hundred dollars per visit”, says the psychiatrist. The man says, “I’ll sleep on it.” Six months later, the man bumps into the psychiatrist in a bar. The psychiatrist says, “Fancy meeting you here! Why didn’t you ever come to see me again?” The man says, “For a hundred bucks a visit! The bartender cured me for ten dollars!” The psychiatrist says, “Is that so! How?” The man says, “He told me to cut the legs off the bed”.