Lenny tells the psychiatrist, “Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it.”
“Come to me three times a week for two years, and I’ll cure your fears,” says the shrink. “And I’ll charge you only £200 a visit.”
Lenny says he’ll think about it. Six months later, he runs into the doctor, who asks why he never came back. “For £200 a visit?” says Lenny. “A bartender cured me for £10.”
“Is that so! How?”
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed.”
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