Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10.2 9/18/84; site harvard.ARPA Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!bonnie!akgua!whuxlm!harpo!decvax!genrad!panda!talcott!harvard!wilson From: wilson@harvard.ARPA (Randy Wilson) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: A day in the life of a settler... Message-ID: <310@harvard.ARPA> Date: Sat, 17-Aug-85 22:22:08 EDT Article-I.D.: harvard.310 Posted: Sat Aug 17 22:22:08 1985 Date-Received: Sat, 24-Aug-85 00:18:21 EDT Distribution: net Organization: Aiken Computation Laboratory, Harvard Lines: 28 An Indian tribe captured a young settler. The chief of the tribe approached the frightened young man and told him that if he passed a certain test, he would be allowed to live. Not one to pass up a chance for survival, the settler agreed to try. The chief led him to a clearing, where three tents were set up. "The first tent," he explained, "contains 50 gallons of grain alchohol. You must consume it all, and live. In the second tent is a vicious timber wolf with an impacted wisdom tooth. You must remove it. And in the third tent is my daughter, who has never been satisfied by any man. You must sleep with her and satisfy her." Not to be daunted by the task before him, the settler headed into the first tent. Glugging noises were heard issuing from the tent all through the night. Eventually, as the sun was just peeking through the trees, the man stumbled out of the tent, looked around with bleary eyes, and stepped into the second tent. Shrieks, growls, and sounds of ripping and shredding ensued, and continued for several hours. Finally the settler emerged with torn and tattered clothes, looked at the chief and said, "Okay, show me the girl with the sore tooth..." -- Randy Wilson "What for you bury me in cold, cold ground?" wilson@harvard