Thursday, 4 February 2010

Psychiatrist cure of nightmares

EVER SINCE I WAS 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'm 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 dollars per visit,' replied the doctor.    
'I'll sleep on 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 bucks a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A Jewish 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!!!  
SCREW THOSE PSYCHIATRISTS... GO HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO YOUR JEWISH BARTENDER .

2 comments:

  1. Sarut mainile, si de 8 Martie!

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  2. Mulțumesc de vizită și de urări, Ulise! Văd că ești și dulce, nu numai amar. Dac-am trăi pe vremea geto-dacilor ar trebui să te congratulez eu pe tine, de zilele Babei Dochia, și să-ți dau o mlădiță cu șnuruleț de lână roșu (albul a apărut mai târziu)... ca să ai un an bogat în iubiri sau, poate, numai într-o Iubire.

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