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Subject: Fwd: Fw: Fwd: Talk to a bartender
Date: Thu, 1 August 2013 16:39:54
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Date: Sun, June 30, 2013 at 8:51 AM
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* Psychiatrists vs. Bartenders *
EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I’VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE 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 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 doctor 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! 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!’
‘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!’
FORGET THE SHRINKS – HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!
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Comment by xraindropsonroses — Thursday, 1 August 2013 @ 8:49 PM (20:49)