"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink.
"Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars per 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
"For a hundred buck's a visit? A bartender cured me for ten
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
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