Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone under my bed at night.
So I went to a psychiatrist 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 psychiatrist. '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 pounds per visit,' replied the expert.
'I'll sleep on it,' I said.
Six months later, he met me on the street. 'Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, eighty quid 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 myself a new car!'
'Is that so?'
With a bit of an attitude he said, '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!'
Graham
The psychiatrist....
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Re: The psychiatrist....
Nope.. didn't see that one coming
ATB
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Re: The psychiatrist....
Now at the age where I know I like girls but can't remember why!
Re: The psychiatrist....
Nice one,
Easy when you know how!
Roger.
Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak out and remove all doubt.




