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Military Brains
An explorer is lost in one of the deepest darkest jungle of South America. After hours of hacking his way through the heavy overgrowth he stumbles upon a clearing. Delighted at finally being able to see the sky again he almost misses a small hut in the center of the clearing. As he gets closer he can see that there hasn’t been any recent human activity all around the little grass hut. But to be safe he decides to call into the hut. Try as he might nobody comes out of the hut so he assumes that nobody is home. As he is an explorer, his natural inquisitiveness get the best of him so he enters the hut. It is vary dark so he pulls out his flashlight to look about. As he turns it on and is confronted by various jars lining the walls of the hut. Just as he is reaching to pick one up to get a closer look he is surprised by a small voice from behind him. “May I help you sir?”
Startled, he turns he sees what looks like an old witchdoctor half dressed in animal skins and a colorful head dress.
Witchdoctor: May I be of service stranger?
Explorer: Well yes, I’m lost and would like some directions.
Witchdoctor: Well you wont find it in those jars but I will be happy to point you in the right direction.
Explorer: That’d be great – but if you don’t mind… ah
Witchdoctor: The jars right?
Explorer: Yes, what are they?
Witchdoctor: Brains. Jars & jars of brains.
Explorer: What! You’re kidding right.
Witchdoctor: Oh no sir. These are the brains of military personnel I’ve collected over the years.
Explorer: Military brains, how much (He said sarcastically).
Witchdoctor: Oh yes – the 5 gallon jar you are holding, is full of US Air force brains. I’ll let you have it for $5, as you’re a new customer.
Explorer: You’re serious! What about this even gallon jar?
Witchdoctor: Those are full of Navy brains I cant let you have that for less than $50.
Explorer: $50 bucks! What about this quart jar?
Witchdoctor: Well you do have good taste don’t you – those are Army brains. But they’ll cost you about a Grand.
Explorer: That outrageous! Looking around a little harder he picks up a small one once jar hidden in a dark corner. What about this little one?
Witchdoctor: Sadly that one is my most cherished jar and took me the longest to acquire I couldn’t let you have that for less than a million dollars.
Explorer: A MILLION dollars! That’s insane what the heck kind of brains could be in this little thing that would warrant such a high price?
Witchdoctor: That’s a jar of Marine brains.
Explorer: Marines Brains? What’s so special about Marine brains?
Witchdoctor: Do you know how many Marines I had to kill just to fill that jar?
[ 11-05-2003: Message edited by: Bret ]</p>
An explorer is lost in one of the deepest darkest jungle of South America. After hours of hacking his way through the heavy overgrowth he stumbles upon a clearing. Delighted at finally being able to see the sky again he almost misses a small hut in the center of the clearing. As he gets closer he can see that there hasn’t been any recent human activity all around the little grass hut. But to be safe he decides to call into the hut. Try as he might nobody comes out of the hut so he assumes that nobody is home. As he is an explorer, his natural inquisitiveness get the best of him so he enters the hut. It is vary dark so he pulls out his flashlight to look about. As he turns it on and is confronted by various jars lining the walls of the hut. Just as he is reaching to pick one up to get a closer look he is surprised by a small voice from behind him. “May I help you sir?”
Startled, he turns he sees what looks like an old witchdoctor half dressed in animal skins and a colorful head dress.
Witchdoctor: May I be of service stranger?
Explorer: Well yes, I’m lost and would like some directions.
Witchdoctor: Well you wont find it in those jars but I will be happy to point you in the right direction.
Explorer: That’d be great – but if you don’t mind… ah
Witchdoctor: The jars right?
Explorer: Yes, what are they?
Witchdoctor: Brains. Jars & jars of brains.
Explorer: What! You’re kidding right.
Witchdoctor: Oh no sir. These are the brains of military personnel I’ve collected over the years.
Explorer: Military brains, how much (He said sarcastically).
Witchdoctor: Oh yes – the 5 gallon jar you are holding, is full of US Air force brains. I’ll let you have it for $5, as you’re a new customer.
Explorer: You’re serious! What about this even gallon jar?
Witchdoctor: Those are full of Navy brains I cant let you have that for less than $50.
Explorer: $50 bucks! What about this quart jar?
Witchdoctor: Well you do have good taste don’t you – those are Army brains. But they’ll cost you about a Grand.
Explorer: That outrageous! Looking around a little harder he picks up a small one once jar hidden in a dark corner. What about this little one?
Witchdoctor: Sadly that one is my most cherished jar and took me the longest to acquire I couldn’t let you have that for less than a million dollars.
Explorer: A MILLION dollars! That’s insane what the heck kind of brains could be in this little thing that would warrant such a high price?
Witchdoctor: That’s a jar of Marine brains.
Explorer: Marines Brains? What’s so special about Marine brains?
Witchdoctor: Do you know how many Marines I had to kill just to fill that jar?
[ 11-05-2003: Message edited by: Bret ]</p>
