Every night Joe would go down to the offy,
get a six pack, bring it home, and drink it while
he watched TV.
One night, as he finished his last beer, the doorbell
rang. 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 Joe finished his fourth 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 first 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 tar 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, I'm afraid", the doctor replied. "There's
just a nasty bug going around."
Sorry