[at-l] Joke

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HI AT-L er'sed 

Someone sent me this and I thought how close to the trueth this is for Thru-
hiking. 
I hope no one is offended.         I was wondering since Felix recently
returned from a long hike if would make like to make any appropriate or
unappropriate comments.

I really should have gone skiing.

The Old RidgeRunner


   An ambitious yuppie finally decided to take a vacation. He booked himself
on a  Caribbean cruise and proceeded to have the time of his life...until the
boat  sank. The man found himself swept up on the shore of an island with no
other people, no supplies...nothing. Only bananas and coconuts.
 
 After about four months, he is lying on the beach one day when the most
gorgeous woman he has ever seen rows up to him. In disbelief, he asks her,
"Where did you come from? How did you get here?" "I rowed from the other side
of the island," she says. "I landed here when my cruise ship sank."
  "Amazing," he says. "You were really lucky to have a rowboat wash up with
you."
  "Oh, this?" replies the woman. "I made the rowboat out of raw material I
found  on the island, the oars were whittled from gum tree branches, I wove
the bottom from palm branches and the sides and stern came from a Eucalyptus
tree.  "But, but, that's impossible," stutters the man. "You had no tools or
hardware. How did you manage. 
 "Oh, that was no problem," replies the woman. "On the south side of the
island there is a very unusual stratum of alluvial rock exposed. I found if I
fired  it to a certain temperature in my kiln, it melted into forgeable
ductile iron. I used that for tools and used the tools to make the hardware."
 
  The guy is stunned.
 
 "Let's row over to my place, " she says. 
 After a few minutes of rowing, she docks the boat at a small wharf. As the
man  looks onto shore, he nearly falls out of the boat. Before him is a stone
walk leading to an exquisite bungalow painted in blue and white.
 While the woman ties up the rowboat with an expertly woven hemp rope, the man
can only stare ahead, dumbstruck. As they walk into the house, she says
casually, "It's not much, but I call it home. Sit down, please. Would you like
to have a drink?"
 
  "No, no thank you," he says, still dazed. "Can't take any more coconut
juice." 
 "It's not coconut juice," the woman replies. "I have a still. How about a
Pina
Colada?"
Trying to hide his continued amazement, the man accepts, and they sit down on
her couch to talk. After they have exchanged their stories, the woman
announces, "I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. Would you like
to take a shower and shave? There is a razor upstairs in the cabinet in the
bathroom." No longer questioning anything, the man goes into the bathroom.
There, in the cabinet, is a razor made from a bone handle. Two shells honed to
a hollow ground edge are fastened on to its end inside of a swivel mechanism.
  "This woman is amazing," he muses. "What next?"

 When he returns, she greets him wearing nothing but vines, strategically
positioned, and smelling faintly of gardenias. She beckons for him to sit down
next to her.
"Tell me," she begins, suggestively, slithering closer to him, "we've been out
here for a really long time. You've been lonely. There's something I'm sure
you really feel like doing right now, something you've been longing for all
these months? You know..." She stares into his eyes.
  He can't believe what he's hearing: "You mean...?", he swallows excitedly,
 " I can check my e-mail from here...?"
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