SOME GOOD 'OLE DOWN HOME, DEEP SOUTH REASONING.
<---- BUBBA
CAN'T BE DISPUTED, COMMON SENSE AT IT'S BEST
Bubba went to a psychiatrist. "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 dollars per visit, replied the doctor." "I'll sleep on it," said Bubba. Six months later the doctor met Bubba on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me about those fears you were having?" asked the psychiatrist. "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? And how, may I ask, did a bartender cure you?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed! - Ain't nobody been under there since!!!... "So very simple, and dang good common sense too. .....GED......
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400 ! Congrats, your fingers held out so far.
Good posting, Glen.
Glen,
Excellent blog!
As for Bubba, maybe there's nobody under the bed, but he'll still have a dog under the porch.
THANK YOU BRUCE!
ED: You got the hounddog right on, and a '57 Chevy on blocks in the backyard.
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