From: utzoo!decvax!harpo!eagle!mhtsa!alice!npoiv!houxm!hogpc!houti!sab
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Title: Long,, BAD joke
Article-I.D.: houti.260
Posted: Fri Apr 22 14:25:15 1983
Received: Mon Apr 25 03:10:48 1983

So you like bad jokes? No?
Any joke will do, huh?
Well, you asked for it!

Once upon a time, there was a land called Tridia
nestled deep in the Valley of Crubb. In this land
lived the Trids, a peace-loving clan surviving only
on the fiblets harvested on the mountains surrounding
their humble land.
This calm existence was interrupted only by the
Grunge, a nasty beast roaming in the highlands where
the sweet fiblets grew in plenty. The terror of the
Grunge was always passively accepted by the people
of Tridia, since the Grunge could usually be repelled
with an Okle root. Ocassionaly, a careless Trid would
stray into the mountains without his Okle and be
devoured by the awesome Grunge, but the residents of
Tridia could afford to have little sympathy for the
careless.
One summer, though, the Grunge became very unpredictable.
You see, the Grunge has a mating season once every 533
years, and the season was here. The people of Tridia ran
to their historian for advice.
According to the historian, when the Grunge is ready to
mate, he loses his teeth and claws so that no harm will
come to his partner (Grunge's have VERY wild "mating"
habits). His teeth and claws grow back only after mating.
However, the species of Grunge had seen better days. In
fact, the one terrorizing the mountains over the Valley
of Crubb was the only one left in existence.
The Trids were ecstatic! The Grunge could no longer devour
them. A group of young Trids immediately ran off into the
mountains the taunt the Grunge. The Grunge was in no mood
to be taunted, though. After all, 533 years is a long time!
In his anger and frustration, he began to punt the young
Trids all over the mountains, relentlessly booting them to
death.
Having discovered his new killing ability, the crazed Grunge
proceeded nightly into the valley, kiling a family of Tridia
on every trip. The people were horrified. Not even an Okle
root would stay the irate Grunge. Soon, the people turned to
the mayor of Tridia for help. One day, he recluctantly 
ventured into the mountains to try reasoning with the nasty
Grunge. Soon after his departure, shrieks of pain were heard
echoing through th Valley of Crubb as the mayor was kicked to
death.
The people were ready to concede defeat.
The next day, though, a stranger wandered into town. "I'm
Rabbi Hib", said the stranger, "Why are you citizens so
depressed?" The people explained the saga of the Grunge
to Rabbi Hib, and asked for his help. The rabbi agreed to
do his best, and planned to set out for the mountains the
following morning.
When the time came, the people of Trid dared not even leave
the isolation of their homes to see Rabbi Hib off. This did
not bother the rabbi, though. He bravely combed the 
mountainside until he came upon the gruesome Grunge.
There he stood opposite the terrible beast.
"Please don't kick me to death Mr. Grunge. I'm Rabbi Hib
and I would like to talk to you."
The Grunge chuckled and shook his head for what seemed like
hours to Rabbi Hib, then responded:
"Silly rabbi, kicks are for Trids!"


< I warned you ! >
Scotty