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An oldie, but still worth a chuckle...

Ever since I was a child, I've always had a fear of someone hiding 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 and talk to
me three times a week and we should be able to get rid of those fears."

"How much do you charge?" I asked.

"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!"

With a bit of an attitude the doctor said, "Is that so? And just 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!"

And the moral?

SCREW THOSE SHRINKS... GO HAVE A DRINK AND TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER!

Life is way too short... Drink more beer today!