Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/12/84; site desint.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!bonnie!akgua!sdcsvax!sdcrdcf!trwrb!desint!geoff From: geoff@desint.UUCP (Geoff Kuenning) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Offensive to Alaskans, women, Eskimos, and bears Message-ID: <253@desint.UUCP> Date: Thu, 29-Nov-84 23:40:24 EST Article-I.D.: desint.253 Posted: Thu Nov 29 23:40:24 1984 Date-Received: Sun, 2-Dec-84 05:58:45 EST References: <384@gitpyr.UUCP> Distribution: net Organization: his home computer, Manhattan Beach, CA Lines: 25 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 ...!ihnp4!trwrb!desint!geoff