| Jay went to a psychiatrist. "Doc,"
he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed
I think there is somebody under it. I get under the bed;
I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, under
top. 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 you."
" How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars per visit."
"I'll think about it."
Jay never went back. Some time later he met the doctor on
the street.
"Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" Asked
the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred buck a visit? A bartender cured me for
10 dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed."
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