Somebody Under the Bed

Shakey 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 gotta help me, I'm going crazy!

- Just put yourself in my hands for two years - 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 Shakey.

Six months later the doctor met Shakey 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!