Up the river

An anthropologist wanted to study the members of a remote jungle tribe. He hired a native guide with a canoe to take him to his destination and serve as interpreter.

As they travelled up the river, they began to hear drums. The anthropologist asked his guide, “What do those drums mean?”

The guide replied, “Drums okay. Drums not bad. But very bad when they stop.”

As they traveled the drums grew louder. The anthropologist grew nervous, but the guide repeated, “Drums okay. Drums not bad. But when drums stop, then very bad.”

On they travelled, the anthropologist growing more apprehensive by the minute. Then suddenly the drums stopped. Panic stricken, the anthropologist said to the guide, “The drums stopped! What now?”

The guide crouched down, covered his head with his hands and said, “Guitar solo.”

7 Responses to Up the river

  1. Will S. says:

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  2. Hilarious. Thanks for sharing. 😀 — Suzanne

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  3. Ha! I am so making people sit through the telling of this one at some point this weekend.

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  4. And i thought it was dinner time

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  6. It’s the same way when you’re walking down Decatur St in the French Quarter, approaching the House of Blues. Better duck into a bar if you hear the drums stop. Better to wait out the guitar solos and keep your hearing for another day!

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