Friday Funny #71
September 17, 2010
Ever since I was a child I’ve had a fear of someone under my bed at night. So I went to a psychiatrist.
I said, “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 dollars per visit,” replied the doctor.
“I’ll sleep on it,” I said.
Six months later the psychiatrist met me on the street.
“Why didn’t you 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. An Irish bartender cured me for $10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a brand new pickup!”
“Is that so?” With a bit of an attitude the psychiatrist 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!”
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Karen Brito said:
After reading you books, I could only dream of finding one of your characters under my bed. Find myself feeling more lustful then fearful.lol