TELL ME A FUNNY…

An anthropologist went to study a group of people living on an island.  Not many scholars were interested in studying these people because one could smell the island from as far as ten leagues out to sea if the winds were blowing right.  But he decided he could handle it and figured eventually he’d get used to the smell.  He’d be famous as the first anthropologist to study these people.

The natives were friendly, and he tried very hard not to back away when they came to welcome him.  As they got closer they all had varying sized piles of bird poop on their heads.  The older the individual, the greater the pile.  He didn’t have problems hanging around with the kids, but knew the information he’d come to glean was with the very rank high ranking elders.  He did discover though, the bird poop was from the Foo birds that filled the sky all day long, only going to roost when the sun set.

He also noticed he was getting sick.  He assumed, of course, it was the lack of hygiene, yet no one else was sick.  Amazingly, there were extremely healthy for a bunch of people with poo on their heads.

He began the interviews with the elders braving the odor and soon was overcome with the amount of information he was getting.  Visions of himself lauded by the experts in his field filled his head, yet he kept getting sicker and weaker.

During the course of his studies, he was shat upon by the big Foo birds continually circleing the island.  He immediately ran to the shore, dove in, and cleaned himself.  At first the natives just stared and then they began to try and stop him from cleaning his head.  It became a race each time he was covered in Foo poo. 

The elders were more than happy to tell him everything he asked, except any information about the Foo and why they refused to clean their heads.

And he got sicker…some kind of respitory infection he was sure the Foo were to blame for.

It soon became apparent he was dying.  The natives did everything they could for him, including piling Foo poo on his head.  He was too weak to wash it off.  He eventually lost consciousness thinking it was his last moments on earth.

About two weeks later he woke up fully recovered with a pile of Foo poo on his head.  The moral of the story?

If the Foo shits, wear it! 

Courtesy of Lizzie @ http://360.yahoo.com/chain3turn