Norm O’Neal, who was on my first ship, the U.S.S. Hawkins (DD 873), in 1968 -69, and i reconnected through Allen Ernst who was the Leading Petty Officer of the sonar gang in 3rd Division of which i was division officer. Allen passed away a couple of years ago, but Norm and i have maintained contact along with several other sailors on the “Hawk.” Unfortunately, i have not been able to meet with them at several get-togethers/reunions. Norm is a great joke teller and frequently emails them to me, a highlight of my day.
His latest just came in this afternoon, and it is just too funny not to share:
So he takes the chief for a walk in the jungle.
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.
Hearing this, the chief looks and grunts, “Rock.”
The Priest was 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 very 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, telling him that he has spent years teaching the tribe how to be civilized and to be kind to each other and now, how could you just kill these people in cold blood?
The chief replied: “My bike.”