So this guy gets this big ass promotion. Got him the cush job at GM, and to reward himself he moves into this big ole house an realises he needs to get some knick knacks and such to put in it. So he walks into this antique store, lookin around and behind the counter, on a shelf, sits this brass rat. OH YEAH, gotta have it. Says to the proprietor, "How much for the rat?"
"$50 for the rat, $25 for the story behind it".
The guys like "Story?"
Yea, the shopkeep tells him, "You gotta hear the story".
Well, our boy aint in the mood for no story, hands the ultimatum over, you want to sell it or not, and for $50 he walks out with the brass rat.
Well, he's havin a few beers and tryin it around the house, the front room, the mantle , the coffee table, etc., and gets this brain storm in his head "HEY, I bet this thing would make a great hood ornimant for my car".
No shit, takes it out to the garage and mounts it to his brand new Caddy.
Next day, on his way to work at Headquarters in downtown Detroit, he looks up into the rearview and holy SHIT, theres all these rats following him. Turns down Riverfront, past another abandon building, more rats are following. "No way this thing could be like the Pied Piper" he says. Well, he's along the Detroit River, says Aw fuk it, turns the Caddy into the river, all the rats follow, and all the rats drown.
Couple days later, hes back in that antique store.
Proprietor says, "Ah, you're back to hear the story behind that rat, aren't you".
"Nope" says the guy, "You wouldn't happen to have any brass Arabs, would ya"?
Shopping for antiques
Shopping for antiques
Kalkaska, the inbred capital of Michigan. ....a place you can walk into the greeting card aisle and find one that reads "Happy Birthday Uncle Dad"
