Six months later, the doctor met the Newfie on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were experiencing?" asked the psychiatrist.
"Well eighty bucks a visit, three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! And a bartender cured me for $10....I was so happy to have saved all that money, I bought myself a new pickup!"
Is that so? 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!"
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Now, if I could get rid of Fisheye Harper looking at me in the dark !
Ed Deak.
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"When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change."
-Max Planck