George+went+to+a+psychiatrist.

George went to a psychiatrist. When he got there, he said, "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 sleep on it," said George Six months later, the doctor met George on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see about those fears you were having"? asked the psychiatrist. "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, I went and bought me a new pickup!" "Is that so! And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you"? "He told me to cut the legs off the bed! There is no one under the bed now!!!  