A Frenchman, an American and a Banbury paddler were captured by a fierce tribe in the rain forests of Brazil. Not long after their capture, the chief walked up to them and said, “The bad news is that now that we've caught you we're going to kill you and use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you get to choose how you die”.
The Frenchman said, “I take ze poison”. The chief gave him some poison. The Frenchman said “Vive la France!” and drank the poison down and died.
The American said, “A pistol for me, Bub.” The chief gave him a pistol. The American pointed it at his head, said “God save the President!” and blew his brains out.
The Banbury paddler said, “A knife, please”. The chief was puzzled, but he shrugged and gave him a fork. The Banbury paddler took the fork and started jabbing himself all over: the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. There was blood gushing out all over the ground and all over everyone. It was horrible.
The chief was appalled, and screamed, “What are you doing???”
The Banbury paddler looked at the chief and said, “So much for your canoe!”
The Frenchman said, “I take ze poison”. The chief gave him some poison. The Frenchman said “Vive la France!” and drank the poison down and died.
The American said, “A pistol for me, Bub.” The chief gave him a pistol. The American pointed it at his head, said “God save the President!” and blew his brains out.
The Banbury paddler said, “A knife, please”. The chief was puzzled, but he shrugged and gave him a fork. The Banbury paddler took the fork and started jabbing himself all over: the stomach, the sides, the chest, everywhere. There was blood gushing out all over the ground and all over everyone. It was horrible.
The chief was appalled, and screamed, “What are you doing???”
The Banbury paddler looked at the chief and said, “So much for your canoe!”
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