The owner thinks for a minute, then says, "I've got it- a centtipede!" The man says, "A centipede? I can't imagine a centipede doing everything. But, okay ... I'll try a centipede."
He gets the centipede home and says to it, "Clean the kitchen." Thirty minutes later he walks in the kitchen and it's immaculate. All the dishes and silverware have been washed, polished, dried and put away. The countertops have been cleaned. The appliances are sparkiling. The floor has been waxed. He's absolutely amazed.
He then says to the Centipede, "Go outside, run down the corner and get me a newspaper." The centipede then walks out of the door. Ten minutes later, no centipede. Twenty minutes later, no centipede. Thirty minutes later, no centipede.
The man is wondering what's going on. The centipede should have been back in a couple of minutes. Forty-five minutes later, still no centipede! The man can't amagine what happened. Did the centipede run away? Did it get ran over by a car? Finally, he goes to the front door and opens it... and theres the centipede sitting right outside the door.
The man says, "Hey! I sent you 45 minutes ago to run down the corner and get me a newspaper. What's the story?"
The centipede says, "I'm goin'! I'm goin'! Just putting on my shoes!"