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Ratman, Ratman, Ratman
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Ratman!
Posted by: man tom | October 27, 2020 at 03:54 PM
No doubt he was hoping he'd break his mother's back when he stepped on that crack, but it looks like Mom has the last laugh.
Posted by: cfjk | October 27, 2020 at 03:59 PM
My favorite part was, his brother said that he was lying there unable to move with rats all over him.
Coming soon to SyFy: Ratnado!
Posted by: Jeff Meyerson | October 27, 2020 at 04:03 PM
Rats!
Posted by: Charlie Brown | October 27, 2020 at 04:12 PM
If that doesn't get you to return the stolen Pompeii artifacts, nothing will.
Posted by: Herkimer | October 27, 2020 at 04:49 PM
The CHUDs got him.
Posted by: Rod Nunley | October 27, 2020 at 05:04 PM
Wasn't this how the movie "Drag Me To Hell" opened?
Posted by: JG | October 27, 2020 at 06:03 PM
I grew up in coal mining country and mine subsidences were a part of the landscape. The most famous one in town occurred when Bernice, my best friend's sister, was walking by Gene's Sweet Shop and the ground gave way, swallowing up both the candy store and Bernice. Bernice, fortunately, only went in to her waist. The shop was so damaged it was removed, and there went a big piece of childhood.
Posted by: Peter M. | October 27, 2020 at 06:52 PM
The moral here is, never stiff a Gypsy fortune teller.
Posted by: Le Petomane | October 27, 2020 at 07:21 PM
After that nightmare, I predict that guy will need therapy or drugs for the rest of his life, not necessarily in that order.
Posted by: MOTW | October 28, 2020 at 08:08 AM
MOTW-- You make a good point. I have known psychologists who, for only $250 an hour, help this poor man recover from such terrible trauma. And it would only take 3 to 5 years or until his insurance runs out.
Maybe booze might be a cheaper solution after all. Is it happy hour yet?
Posted by: Le Petomane | October 28, 2020 at 12:22 PM