Bob went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there's somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under...you got to help me, I'm going crazy!""Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears." Said the psychiatrist. “It’s $100 a visit”"I'll sleep on it," said Bob.Six months later the doctor met Bob on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist."For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars.""Is that so! How?""He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"

