Three turtles, Joe, Steve and Raymond, decide to go on a picnic. Joe packs the picnic basket with cookies, bottled sodas and sandwiches. The trouble is, the picnic site is 10 miles away, so the turtles take 10 whole days to get there. By the time they do arrive, everyone's exhausted. Joe takes the stuff out of the basket, one by one. He takes out the sodas and says, "Alright Steve, gimme the bottle opener." "I didn't bring the bottle opener", Steve says, "I thought you packed it." Joe gets worried. He turns to Raymond. "Raymond, do you have the bottle opener?" Naturally, Raymond doesn't have it, so the turtles are stuck ten miles away from home without soda. Joe and Steve beg Raymond to turn back home and retrieve the bottle opener, but Raymond flatly refuses, knowing that they'll eat everything by the time he gets back. After about two hours, Joe and Steve manage to convince Raymond to go, swearing on their great-grand turtles' graves that they won't touch the food. So, Raymond sets off down the road, slowly and steadily. Twenty days pass, with no sign of Raymond. Joe and Steve are hungry and puzzled, but a promise is a promise. Another day passes, and still no Raymond, but a promise is a promise. After three more days pass without Raymond in sight, Steve starts getting restless. "I NEED FOOD!" he says, with a hint of dementia in his voice. "NO!" Joe retorts. "We promised". Five more days pass. Joe and Steve realize that Raymond probably got run over on the road, so the two turtles weakly lift the lid off of the picnic basket, get a sandwich and open their mouths to eat. But then - right at that instant - Raymond pops out from behind a rock and says. . . "I KNEW it!! I'm not f*cking going!!"

Very funny!