Fr 8. Okt 2010, 15:52
EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD... I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT. SO I WENT TO A PSYCHIATRIST 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 may be going crazy...'
'Just 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 quid per visit,' replied the doctor.
'I'll need to think about it' I said.
Six months later the psychiatrist met me on the street.
'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.
'Well, Eighty quid a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! An Irish barman cured me for fuck all.
'Is that so?' With a bit of an attitude he said, 'and how, may I ask, did a barman cure you?'
'He told me to cut the legs off the bed! -
SCREW THOSE PSYCHIATRISTS... GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR BARTENDER.