My Bike

A priest was about to finish his tour of duty, and was leaving his Mission in the jungle where he has spent yearsteaching the natives when he realizes that the one thing he never taught them was how to speak English. So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.

He points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a tree.”

The chief looks at the tree and grunts, “Tree.”

The Priest is pleased with the response. They walk a little further and he points to a rock and says, “This is a rock.”

Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.”

The Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes. As they peek over
the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity.

The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds, “Man riding a bike.”

The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them.

The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and be
kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?

The chief replied, “My bike.”

Comment posted by ozlady
at 10/31/2007 4:54:58 AM

Oh dear… don’t let Mrs YesBut read that…


Comment posted by YesBut
at 10/31/2007 4:34:49 AM

Its a big problem in London – having your bike stolen, even if you use thick chains.

Left Mrs YesBut out on the street for days on end, but no one took her.

Even tried some reverse Psychology, chained her to a fence.

They stole the chain & lock and left her :sad:

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