The next night, after his 4th beer, the doorbell rang. It was the 6-foot cockroach again. It punched Tom in the stomach and walked away.
The next night Tom had one beer. The doorbell rang and Tom slowly opened the door and saw the giant roach. It kneed him in the groin, and elbowed him in the back of the head. As Tom doubled over in pain, it left.
The following night, Tom didn't drink any beer. But the 6-foot roach came back again. This time he just plain beat the living tar out of Tom and walked away.
The next day, Tom went to the doctor. "What can I do, Doc?," he asked.
The doctor replied, "There's nothing you can do. It's just a nasty bug that's going around."
And the Webite That Started It All
