Roger went to a psychiatrist for his phobia.
"Doc Roberts," 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," Doc Roberts said ,
"Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears."
"How much do you charge?"
"A hundred dollars per visit." Says Doc Roberts !
"I'll sleep on it," said the man.
Six months later the Dr. Roberts sees Roger on the street.
Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist.
"For a hundred buck's a visit? My Bar Tender Lil Johnny cured me for ten dollars."
"Is that so! How?" asks Dr. Roberts
"Lil Johnny told me to cut off the Beds Legs !"