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From: geoff@desint.UUCP (Geoff Kuenning)
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: Offensive to Alaskans, women, Eskimos, and bears
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Date: Thu, 29-Nov-84 23:40:24 EST
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Posted: Thu Nov 29 23:40:24 1984
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Back before the oil boom, when things were quieter up there, some
Alaskan men were sitting around a bar drinking.  The door opened, snow blew
in, and who should appear but a raw greenhorn, in a brand-new plaid flannel
shirt and shiny lumberjack boots.  Now Alaskans are a friendly, if
fun-loving, sort, and they soon had the fellow pretty thoroughly liquored up.
Then one of them had a clever idea, and next thing you knew, they had
convinced the guy that Alaskans didn't consider a man a Real Man until he
had wrestled a grizzly bear and raped an Eskimo woman.  [Now hold off, there;
this is a joke!  I don't approve of rape and neither did the Alaskans.  The
nearest Eskimo village was better than fifty miles away.]  After a little
more liquor, our faithful greenhorn staggered out into the snow to search out
his challenges.  The Alaskans weren't too worried about him, since (as I
mentioned) there were neither Eskimos nor bears around.

Well, an hour or so passed, and the guy still hadn't caught on and wandered
back in.  They were about to go looking for him, when the door banged open.
There stood the greenhorn.  His new flannel shirt was shredded, he was
dripping blood;  in short he looked AWFUL.  As the poor shocked Alaskans
stared at him in horror, he bellowed:

    "All right, where's that Eskimo woman you wanted me to wrassle?"
-- 

	Geoff Kuenning
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