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From: keith@uiucme.uiucme
Newsgroups: net.jokes
Subject: life up North
Message-ID: <500016@uiucme>
Date: Wed, 17-Jul-85 11:08:00 EDT
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Posted: Wed Jul 17 11:08:00 1985
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Nf-From: uiucme.uiucme!keith    Jul 17 10:08:00 1985



A man walks into a hotel in Prudhoe and says "Where can a guy get a place to
sleep around here?"  A big, burly oil man turns to him and says, "Before
you can sleep in this hotel, you've got to be able to call yourself an
Alaskan Man.  There's three thing you'll have to do before you can call
yourself an Alaskan Man:  chug down this 20-gallon keg of rotgut, wrestle
a polar bear, and make love to an eskimo woman."
So the guy hefts the keg and amazes everyone by drinking it down.  "Smooth,"
he says, "But it needs some more ageing."  And he goes out into the Alaskan
night.
Pretty soon they hear this horrendous racket outside.  Heavy thumps against
the side of the building bring dust down from the rafters.  They hear the
loudest heavy breathing and grunting you could ever hope to overhear.
Suddenly the noise stops, and the people in the hotel peek outside.
All they can see is a bear lumbering away with a foolish grin on its face.
Then the guy staggers around the corner.  His face is scratched, his back is
scratched, he's bleeding everywhere.  All out of breath, he says (pant! pant!)
"OK, now where's this woman I'm suppoed to wrestle?"



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