"Just put yourself in my hands for two years," said the doc. "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 Terry on the street. "Why didn't you ever
come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred buck's a visit? Gift cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?"
"she told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
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