Weather: Beautiful Still, no rain in sight
Trail Conditions: Ready for a ride
Holy moly did the beer and tiquilia go down good last night. Why does it taste so much better some days. Never drink when you are pissed I guess, but on the other hand it is better to be mad than sad. LOL I don’t want to go into what I was mad about, all I can say is house hunting with your mom can get to be a little much, and it wasn’t mom that got me mad.
A Priest was about to finish his tour of duty, and was leaving his Mission in the jungle where he had spent years teaching the natives, when he realized that the one thing he had never taught them, was how to speak English.
So he takes the chief for a walk in the forest.
He points to a tree and says to the chief, “This is a tree.”
The chief looks at the tree and grunts, “Tree.”
The Priest is pleased with the response.
They walk a little further and he points to a rock and says,
“This is a rock.”
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.”
The Priest was really getting enthusiastic about the results when he hears a rustling in the bushes.
As they peek over the top, he sees a couple of natives in the midst of heavy sexual activity.
The Priest is really flustered and quickly responds, “Man riding a bike.”
The chief looks at the couple briefly, pulls out his blowgun and kills them both.
The Priest goes ballistic and yells at the chief that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and kind to each other, so how could he kill these people in cold blood that way?
The chief replied, “My bike.”