Three archaeologists went down into the remote jungles of South America, searching for lost Incan ruins. After a time, they are ambushed by a tribe of natives, knocked unconscious, and carried back into the village.

Later that day, when they all awake, their wrists are tied to a pole, and the entire tribe is lined up watching them. The chief, adorned in an ornate feathered costume, approaches them, and he says in a deep booming voice, "Prisoners! You each have a choice to make. Your choice, is death, or UNGA BUNGA!"

The first archaeologist tell the chief that he is not ready to die, and so he chooses unga bunga.

The chief makes a grand gesture, and says, "UNGA....BUNGA!!"

A tribesman comes out of a nearby hut, with nothing on, who is hung like a horse. Literally. He has his way with the first archaeologist, who is left battered and broken, feeling all the world like he was dying.

The chief then turns to the second archaeologist, and asks him which he chooses.

The archaeologist, also says that he is not ready to die, and so he chooses unga bunga.

Again, the chief makes a grand gesture, and says, "UNGA...BUNGA!!"

Pretty soon, the second man is in worse shape than the first, and the chief approaches the third archaeologist. The other two archaeologists tell the third to choose death, as nothing can be worse than unga bunga.

The third archaeologist, in tears, tells the chief that he cannot choose unga bunga, and so he chooses DEATH!

The chief turns to the crowd, extends his arms to the sky, and proclaims in that booming voice, "DEATH! BY UNGA BUNGA!!"


all in fun,
-Josiah

Great!

thats bad, but good!