Jay went to a psychiatrist. “Doc, he said, “I’ve got trouble.
Every time I get into bed I think there is somebody under it.
I get under the bed; I think there’s somebody on top of it.
Top, under, under top. I’m going crazy!â€
“Just put yourself in my hands for two years,†said the shrink.
“Come to me three times a week and I’ll cure you.â€
“How much do you charge?â€
“A hundred dollars per visit.â€
“I’ll think about it.â€
Jay never went back. Some time later he met the doctor on the street.
“Why didn’t you ever come to see me again? Asked the psychiatrist.
“For a hundred buck a visit? A bartender cured me for 10 dollars.â€
“Is that so! How?â€
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed.â€