Answering a knock at my door, I see a vacuum cleaner salesman who proceeds to tip a huge bucket of shit all over my carpet, before proclaiming any trace this hoover doesn't remove I will personally eat myself.
"Well, I hope you're hungry," I replied, "'cause they cut off my electric this morning!"
Okay, so this salesman dumps a pile of poo on this dude's carpet and says if his vacuum can't clean it, he'll eat it. But, get this, the dude's electricity is out, so the vacuum can't even work. The dude is all like, "get ready to eat poo, bozo!" Because he knows the vacuum is useless. I bet you didn't catch that, dummy!
