Joke Tuesday.

Here's a pub-themed joke for the weekend:


"Ever since I was a child, I’ve always had a fear of someone was 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 pounds per visit,' replied the doctor.’
'I'll think about it,' I said.

Six months later, I met the doctor on the street. 'Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having?' he asked.

'Well, eighty pounds a visit three times a week for a year is an awful lot of money! A bartender cured me for £10. I was so happy to have saved all that money that I bought me a new car!'

'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.....'


“STAY AWAY FROM THE SHRINKS…

HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!”

Thanks Dumdad!