Psychiatrist vs. Bartender


New member
Sep 25, 2013
Psychiatrist vs. Bartender​

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 met 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 $12,480.00. A bartender cured me for $10.00. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I went and bought me a new pickup truck.”

“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.”

It's always better to get a second opinion.​


New member
Aug 27, 2013
Reminds me a bit of this one:

A guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "doc, it's really weird these dreams I'm having. One night I dream I'm a teepee, the next night I dream I'm a wigwam, next night a teepee, next night a wigwam ...... what is it?!?!"

The psychiatrist says, "I see your problem......

.... you're two tents!"