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 his psychiatrist. “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!”
Promoting an office
A psychotherapist was having a roaring business since he started from scratch. So much so that he could now afford to have a proper shop banner advertising his wares. So he told a kid to paint the sign board for him & put it above his shop entrance.
But, instead of his business building up, it began to slacken. He had especially noticed the ladies shying away from his shop after reading the sign board. So he decided to check it out himself. Then he understood why !
The boy found a small wooden board so he had split the word into the 3 words :