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." "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," said Bubba. Six months later the doctor 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 th ree times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A preacher cured me for a $10 donation. I was so happy t o have save d all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup!" "Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a preacher cure you? Did he lay his hands on you?" "Nope, he told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody under there now !!!" Git 'ER dun!!!!!!!!!