Do You Get It?

I know this guy whose neighbor, a young man, was home recovering from having been served a rat in his bucket of Kentucky Fried Chicken. He was also upset because he'd gone to Mexico and found this cute little Chihuahua, but his vet told him it was really just a sewer rat... and while coming back across the border, he saw a lady crying because her baby had been snatched, killed, his body filled with drugs, and his abductors had just been caught trying to smuggle his lifeless body across the border into the US.

So anyway, one day he went to sleep and when he awoke he was in his bathtub and it was full of ice and he was sore all over. When he got out of the tub he realized that HIS KIDNEYS HAD BEEN STOLEN and and he saw a note on his mirror that said "Call 911!"

But he was afraid to use his phone because it was connected to his computer, and there was a virus on his computer that would destroy his hard drive if he opened an e-mail entitled "Join the Crew!"

He knew it wasn't a hoax because he himself was a computer programmer who was working on software to save us from Armageddon when the year 2000 rolled around. His program prevented a global disaster in which all the computers get together and distribute the $300 Neiman Marcus cookie recipe under the leadership of Bill Gates. (It's true; I read it all last week in a mass e-mail from BILL GATES HIMSELF, who was also promising me a free Disney World vacation and $5,000 if I would forward the e-mail to everyone I know, or if I just sent in an old pair of tennis shoes.)

When the poor guy got out of the tub after his kidney had been cut out, he had a dilemma because the only clothes laying around were made by Tommy Hilfiger, and what was he going to do, everyone knows Hilfiger told Oprah that his clothes weren't meant for black people! He needed to make himself some sweet, hot tea to calm his nerves, but there was no sugar, only aspartame. What to do?

The poor man then tried to call 911 from a pay phone to report his missing kidneys, but reaching into the coin-return slot he got jabbed with an HIV-infected needle around which was wrapped a note that said, "Welcome to the world of AIDS."

He knew he needed to get to the hospital right away, because he needed to be at a rally the next month to campaign against the expiration of the Voting Rights Act, which would rescind the African-American right to vote. He'd meant to mail in his registration form for the rally, but the stamps he bought had roach eggs in the glue and he'd already been sick from the eggs hatching in his stomach and roaches running around inside his intestines.

Luckily he was only a few blocks from the hospital - the one, actually, where that little boy who is dying of cancer is, the one whose last wish is for everyone in the world to send him an e-mail and the American Cancer Society has agreed to pay him a nickel for every e-mail he receives. I sent him two e-mails and one of them was a bunch of x's and o's in the shape of an angel (if you get it and forward it to twenty people you will have good luck but ten people you will only have ok luck and if you send it to less than ten people you will have BAD LUCK FOR SEVEN YEARS).

So anyway the poor guy tried to drive himself to the hospital, but on the way he noticed another car driving along without its lights on. To be helpful, he flashed his lights at the other car and was promptly shot as part of a gang initiation.