Saturday, February 5, 2011

A litle joke for all


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! 


2 comments:

Jenny said...

Thank you Elizabeth, you have made me laugh on a very grey morning!

Elizabeth said...

The other comment that had it's content deleted was brought to you by June Hingle or unhinged Hingle as this person is know throughout the blogosphere.

I deleted the blank comment. Got to love a lunatic that has more views on my blog than I do and I am the blogger.

Every time I see this worm post I have this picture of the Rock Group The Talking Heads singing "Pscycho Killer" and June is there pouting her lips. Almost enough to make me stop drinking or maybe take it up more seriously.