Every night, Joe would go down to the
liquor store, get a six pack, bring it home, and drink it while he watched TV. One
night, as he finished his last beer, the doorbell rank. He stumbled to the door and
found a six-foot cockroach standing there. The bug grabbed him by the collar and threw him
across the room, then left.
The next night, after he finished his 4th
beer, the doorbell rang. He walked slowly to the door and found the same six-foot
cockroach standing there. The big bug punched him in the stomach, then left.
The next night, after he finished his 1st
beer, the doorbell rang again. The same six-foot cockroach was standing there. This
time, he was kneed in the groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then
the big bug left.
The fourth night Joe didn't drink at
all. The doorbell rang. The cockroach was standing there. The bug beat
the snot out of Joe and left him in a heap on the living room floor.
The following day, Joe went to see his
doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four nights. "What can I
do?" he pleaded.
"Not much" the doctor
replied. "There's just a nasty bug going around."
