Shakey went to a psychiatrist
Shakey went to a psychiatrist:
"Doc,"he said,"I've got trouble.Every time 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 yourself 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!"