A man who had spent his whole life in the desert comes to visit a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on.
While standing in the middle of the railway tracks one day, he hears this whistle "Whooee da Whoee!", but doesn't know what it is.
Predictably, he's hit, but only a glancing blow, and is thrown head over heels to the side of the tracks, with some minor internal injuries, a few broken bones, and some bruises.
After weeks in hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house attending a party. While in the kitchen, he suddenly hears the kettle on the stove whistling. He grabs a cricket bat from the cupboard and proceeds to batter and bash the kettle into an unrecognisable lump of metal.
His friend, hearing the noise, rushes to the kitchen, sees what's happened and asks the desert man: "Why did you ruin my kettle?"
The desert man replies: "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're small."
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