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."
2007-06-23 13:05:01
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answer #1
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answered by Anonymous
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Okay! I'll tell you a bed time story:
Once upon a time there was a fish named Grumplegills, and he decided to eat some cheese. He couldn't find any, so he asked Paul McCartney for help. Paul told him it was in the highest room of the tallest tower. It was guarded by the evil Bee Of The Bird Of The Moth. Grumplegills began crying at the dread hypnotic flying of the Bee Of The Bird Of The Moth. He couldn't walk, he couldn't ramble, because he had to scramble from the Bee Of The Bird Of The Moth. But then, all of a sudden, the Blue Meanie came and ate the internet. And they all lived happily ever after... untill a plane crashed, and Weird Al was found dragging along his garment bag, and his leather suitcase, and his tenor saxophone, and his lucky, lucky, autrographed, glow-in-the-dark snorkle on his way to the world-famous Albuquerque Holiday Inn, where the towels are oh-so-fluffy. Then everyone was happy.
The End.
2007-06-23 19:25:31
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answer #2
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answered by QliffS 2
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Good Night. Sleep Tight. Don't let the Bed Bugs bite.
2007-06-23 19:24:53
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answer #3
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answered by That one 7
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So,there was this guy in North Carolina,just moved there.
And he`s heard there were bears in the area.So he asks how do you attract them?The old guys tell him,to just go to the bakery and get some day old honey buns/sweet rolls and leave them in the field.He does and soon after forgets about them.
A few days later a neighbor calls him frantically,there`s bears in the field,get your camera!!!He does and they realize the seriousness of their situation.They live in a nice residential
area,kids play there!
They have to shoot their guns in the air for a few days to scare off the bears!He never told anyone HE put the buns in the field.Cept me.
2007-06-23 20:07:42
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answer #4
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answered by Rich B 7
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Good night!
2007-06-23 19:26:44
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answered by Meeya 7
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Goodnight.
2007-06-23 19:25:32
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answer #6
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answered by Dr. J 6
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Nos Da (goodnight in Welsh)
2007-06-23 20:12:36
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answer #7
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answered by Anonymous
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Nighty night!
2007-06-23 19:28:15
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answered by Em x 6
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It is good night cruel world, and good morning sunshine.
2007-06-23 19:26:16
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answer #9
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answered by ... 3
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when a meat eater meets a vegan which eaterie does the meat eater take the vegan to to eat a meal?
2007-06-23 19:29:08
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answer #10
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answered by Anonymous
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