Bob went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got trouble. Every time I get into bed, I think there's somebody under it. I'm going crazy." "Just put yourself in my hands for one year," said the shrink. "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 Bob. Six months later, the doctor met Bob on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred bucks a visit? A bartender cured me for $10." "Is that so? How?" "He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
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Haha.
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GA-965P-DS3
1GB G.Skill HZ @ DDR2 1000
BFG Nvidia 7600gt @ 632/1610
Seagate 7200.10 250GB
NEC DVD+/-RW
Antec NeoHE 550W
LG 21" Widescreen LCD
Chenming Server Case/Razer Copperhead/Logitech X-230
GA-965P-DS3
1GB G.Skill HZ @ DDR2 1000
BFG Nvidia 7600gt @ 632/1610
Seagate 7200.10 250GB
NEC DVD+/-RW
Antec NeoHE 550W
LG 21" Widescreen LCD
Chenming Server Case/Razer Copperhead/Logitech X-230
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Remember, always get a second opinion 
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“Buttered toast always lands buttered side down; cats always land feet first; tie a piece of buttered toast onto the back of a cat and it can never hit the floor!”