Re: Anthropological humor

allen lutins (alleycat@SPECTRA.NET)
Sun, 8 Oct 1995 13:29:53 GMT

An anthropology graduate student went to Borneo for his thesis
work. He flew there, found a guide with a canoe to take him up
the river to the remote site he where he would do his study.
About noon on the second day of travel up the river they began to
hear drums. Being a city boy by nature, the anthropologist was
disturbed by this. He asked the guide, "What are those drums"
The guide turned to him and said "Drums OK, but VERY BAD when
they stop."

Well, the anthropologist settled down a little at this, and things
went reasonably well for about two weeks. Then, just as they were
packing up the camp to leave, the drums suddenly stopped! This hit
the anthropologist like a ton of bricks (to coin a phrase), and he
yelled at the guide "The Drums have stopped, What happens now?"

The guide crouched down, covered his head with his hands and said,
"Bass Solo"!
Another researcher arrives in Borneo to gather data for his thesis.
Accompanied by his trusty guide, he too seeks out a very remote
locale for his research.

Around dusk of the first day, he's sitting by the campfire with
his guide when in the distance, he hears tribal drums. They get
louder. The guide announces, "I don't like the sound of those drums."

The dusk turns evening. The drums get louder. The guide says,
"I really don't like the sound of those drums."

Evening turns to dead of night. The drums get louder and louder,
until it is obvious that the drummers must be quite close. The guide
says again, "I *really* don't like the sound of those drums."

Suddenly the drums stop, and a voice from the darkness cries out,
"Hey man, he's not our regular drummer!"

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