Bubba went to a psychiatrist. "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."

"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 psychiatrist. "I'll think about it," said Bubba.

Six months later the psychiatrist met Bubba on the street. "Why
didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?"
asked the psychiatrist. "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 I went and bought
me a new pickup!"



"Is that so! 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!"