Humour

Jerry went to see a psychiatrist.
"Doctor," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there is somebody under it. I am going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred pounds per visit."
"I'll sleep on it," said Jerry.
Six month later the doctor met Jerry on the street. "Why did'nt you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for £ 10."
"Is that so! How?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed! Nobody under it now."