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Margin Walker, as a Smashing Pumpkins fan I got a big kick out of that "No I don't!" gag.
OK, a bunch of missionaries get captured by a tribe of savages of whatever ethnicity offends you least to have referred to as "savages" (or most, if you like to be outraged). (No, wait, it gets better, trust me.) They're hauled in front of the chief, who looks them over, then sternly pronounces, "I give you two choices: death, or BUNGA BUNGA."
The first missionary thinks, "Well shit, I don't want to die." He tells the chief he wants BUNGA BUNGA. With that, ten of the tribesmen fall upon him and begin raping his every orifice for hours upon end, until the poor man is a brain-damaged mass of blood and spunk.
The chief returns to the second missionary, and says, "Do you want death, or BUNGA BUNGA?"
The second missionary is understandably freaked out, but he figures anything's got to be better than death, so he meekly chooses BUNGA BUNGA. He too is fucked retarded and thrown into the jungle/desert/bush/wherever the fuck this takes place.
Finally the chief comes to the third missionary, a manly man, real John Wayne gung ho type, and asks, "Death, or BUNGA BUNGA?"
The third missionary puffs out his chest, salutes an American flag only he can see, and sneers, "I'll take DEATH, pardner."
The chief nods gravely, and raises his finger to give a signal. "All right," he says, "death...
"...by BUNGA BUNGA!" |
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