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From: josh@topaz.ARPA (J Storrs Hall)
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Subject: Re: kulturel joke (father goose types)
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Date: Wed, 23-Jan-85 02:31:33 EST
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Posted: Wed Jan 23 02:31:33 1985
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>  ....the koala tea of Mercy is not strained"

All right, that does it--Vengeance shall be mine:

"Once upon a time, back in the old West when men were men and RV's
were called travoises, there lived an Indian chief who had three
wives.  He was desirous of treating the wives well, by the mores
of his tribe anyway, so that they would bring him sons. 

So bright and early one morning, he went out on a hunting expedition
and killed a buffalo.  He brought back the hide, cured it into a
beautiful rug, and presented it (and himself, of course) to his first
wife.  First thing you know, she brings forth a bouncing baby boy.

The chief realized that he was doing the right thing, but he always
looked for chances to improve his past performance.  He went back out
on a hunting expedition, and searched high and low, when what should
he meet but an enormous grizzly bear.  <Short interlude of frenzied
activity.>  So he took the king-sized, deep shag bearskin rug back to
his second wife, and presented it to her with his compliments.  And
nature being what it is, she too was soon the mother of a papoose
that would make any Indian Chief proud.

Well, by now the chief had a problem.  How could he possibly outdo 
himself again?  He went hunting a third time, and traveled far and wide.
Weeks passed, and the tribe was starting to get worried.  Finally the
cheif returns in triumph:  He had bagged a hippopotamus, and presented
the resulting truly awesome skin to his third wife with a gleam in
his eye.  And as luck would have it, the third wife responds with
a triumph of her own and brings forth twins, the most marvelous boys
the chief has ever seen.

At this development the chief cannot contain himself.  He gathers
the tribe together and proclaims, bursting with pride:









"The squaw of the hippopotamus has equaled the sons of the 
 squaws of the other two hides!"

--JoSH