Shakey went to a psychiatrist. “Doc,” he said, “I’ve got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there’s somebody under it. I get under the bed, I think there’s somebody on top of it. Top, under, top, under. “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 Shakey.
Six months later the doctor met Shakey on the street. “Why didn’t you ever
come to see me again?” asked the psychiatrist.
“For a hundred buck’s a visit? A bartender cured me for ten dollars.”
“Is that so! How?”
“He told me to cut the legs off the bed!”
April 29th, 2007 at 2:35 am
BOOM!!BOOM!!! A good one and brought a smile to my face today. Let’s have some more. XX
May 30th, 2007 at 10:21 pm
It’s nice to seeold jokes making the rounds again
October 9th, 2007 at 11:26 am
cannibal family having tea:
son : dad! dad! dad!
I don’t like the look on my
grandma’s face!
dad : well shove it to one side and
eat your chips!!
November 10th, 2007 at 7:42 am
Glad you liked it, guys
Funny one the grandma one, Matt 