EVER SINCE I WAS A CHILD, I'VE ALWAYS HAD A FEAR OF SOMEONE UNDER MY BED AT NIGHT.
SO I WENT TO A SHRINK 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 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,' I said.

Six months later the doctor meets 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 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 THE SHRINKS..

HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER

Now that's funny.
I did detect a certain prejudice against people that have beds with legs under them. you could be a little more sensitive to their needs don't you think?

wbm,

priceless...

Rich

However; you must confirm, on an individual basis; whether each response is prejudiced against people with legs or prejudiced in favor of those who do not. I still think it is racist!