A guy went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said,  "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it.  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  Bob.

     Six months later the doctor met  Bob on the street.
"Why didn't you  ever come to see me again?"
asked the  psychiatrist.

      "For a hundred bucks a  visit? Not me.

   I told my story to a  bartender and he cured
me after 3 beers.

    "Is that so!   How?"

  "He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"