Shakey visited a head-shrinker. "Doc," he said, "I've got hassle. anytime i buy into bed, i feel there is someone under that. i buy underneath the bed, i feel there is someone on prime of it. Top, under, top, under. "you gotta facilitate ME, i am going crazy!"
"Just place yourself in my hands for 2 years," aforementioned the shrink. "Come to ME thrice per week, and i will cure your fears."
"How a lot of does one charge?"
"A hundred greenbacks per visit."
"I'll sleep on that," aforementioned Shakey.
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the road. "Why did not you ever
come to examine ME again?" asked the head-shrinker.
"For 100 buck's a visit? A mixologist cured ME for 10 greenbacks."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told ME to chop the legs off the bed!"
