Six months later the doctor met me on the street. Why didn't you come to see me about those fears you were having? he asked.Well, Eighty bucks 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 went and bought me a new pickup! 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!!!
FORGET THE SHRINKS.. HAVE A DRINK & TALK TO A BARTENDER!
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