A Guy Is fed up with his case of intestinal Worms
He decided its about time to have things checked out.

He goes and visits his local doctor, the doctor prescribes him medication.
He heads home and and struggles for weeks, to no avail.

He goes and visits a famous diagnostician, who tells him that the worms have grown far too strong for regular medicine, and that the only person that can fix his issues is a Tanzanian monk who lives in a cottage on one of the highest African peaks.

The guy makes the arrangements and flies out seeking the monk.

After what seems the longest hike, he slowly opens the door to the monk’s room, the monk takes a look at him and interrupts him before he speaks.

" You have worms, go to vegetable market, pick up melon, little rot, get cheap. Cut it half, drop your undergarments and squat over it. The scout worm will come out, see the fruit, and after consulting with the wise worm queen, they will migrate from your bowels to the fruit"


The guy seemed pretty convinced as it was a logical approach, with little else to lose, he decides to fly back home and try the remedy.


He hops to his local deli, buys a watermelon and heads home.


He cuts the melon in half, drops his undergarments and squats over it, the scout worm comes out looks at the fresh fruit, and crawls back in, " the queen must see this" the worm exclaims, the queen soon comes out, looks at the watermelon and exclaims " Alright bois! Bring it UP!"

I was in two minds on posting this joke considering our polite circle of girls and all. In fact, the guy who told the joke (in 2019), avoided tarring himself by prefacing with:


But then when one has been clearing other people's sewers for a long time, 'beneficial services' as someone said ; the occasional sweet tepid smell of dying sewage, has a calming effect. Dead sewage, dead as wet sand. is sometimes better than the dust blowing around us.