Re: [at-l] Joke

["KC" <felton@bluenet.net>]

Aren't womyn amazing! She probably had a Sharp TM-20 pocketmail device. KC
aka War Eagle


>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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