There was once a man with a pet rat. He loved his rat, and kept it in the basement of his house. This man had a sleeping disorder, and he would toss and turn in his sleep thinking about rats. Every night, he would feed his rat and watch it grow. But soon he had many rats, and he continued to feed the rats. Eventually there were so many rats that many of them had to go into the house to avoid piling on top of one another. And soon, the man found his rats had eaten everything in the house, including his mother. The night this was happening, the rats discovered how dark his room was...
So our young man goes to the store and gets every package of cheese and container of peanut butter he can get his hands on. The cashier says, man. You feeding an army? The man says, you don't know the half of it. The cashier, after ringing up all the items, says to him, man, you know you smell like muck? When going home after chewing out the cashier, he fed the rats then checked out his room, and noticed that the rats had holes in the wall above his bed, and all other furniture. Upon the surface of everything in his room, including the floor, was an inch thick slab of rodent droppings. Worse yet, there were shoe marks in it leaving the room, and smear marks all over the bed. Looking down at his shirt, he noticed what the cashier was talking about.
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