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 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 Frank didn't drink at all.� The doorbell rang.� The cockroach was 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 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."

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