Every night, Frank 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 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 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 standing there. This time he was knee'd in the
groin and hit behind the ear as he doubled over in pain. Then he left.
The fourth night Frank didn't drink at all. The doorbell rang. The six-foot
cockroach standing there. The bug beat the snot out of Frank and left him
in a heap on the living room floor. The following day, Frank went to see
his doctor. He explained the events of the preceding four nights. "What can
I do?" he pleaded.
"Not much" answered the doctor. "There's just a nasty bug going around."
