Cannibals

Two Cannibals Look For Food
Two Cannibals Look For Food Two cannibals, a father and son, were elected by the tribe to go out and get something to eat. They walked deep into the jungle and waited by a path. Before long, along came this little old man. The son said, "OOh dad, there's one." "No," said the father. "There's not enough meat on that one to feed the dogs. We'll just wait." Well, a little while later, along came this really fat woman. The son said, "Hey dad, she's plenty big enough." "No," the father said. "We'd all die of a heart attack from the fat in that one. We'll just wait." About an hour later, here comes this absolutely gorgeous woman. The son said, "Now there's nothing wrong with that one dad. Let's eat her." "No," said the father. "We'll not eat her either." "Why not?" asked the son. "Because, we're going to take her back alive and eat your mother."
Deep Into the Jungle
Deep Into the Jungle A magazine reporter is traveling through a rainforest in search of a fabled cannibalistic tribe. He wanders through the thick jungle for days upon days, and it seems like his journey's going to amount to nothing. As he ventures deeper into it, his attention is drawn to something hanging overhead in the canopy and decides to take a closer look. Suddenly, he falls into a trap, is knocked unconscious and wakes up tied to a stake with a fire burning slowly underneath him. He cries out for help, and is answered by what is obviously one of the tribesmen, who informs him that he is going to be served as dinner to the leader of the tribe. "But you don't understand!" he cries, "You can't do this to me! I'm an editor for the New Yorker magazine!" "Ah," replies the tribesman, "Well soon you will be editor-in-chief!"
The Cannibals and the Choice
The Cannibals and the Choice Three explorers--a Frenchman, a Brit, and a New Yorker--were trekking through the jungle when they were captured by pygmies. "I've got good news and bad news," says the chief. "The bad news is that we're going to cook you, skin you, and make canoes out of your skin." "That's terrible!" exclaims the Brit, "What's the good news?" "Well..." the chief responds, "We'll let you choose the manner of your death, and even perform it yourself if you'd like." The Frenchman steps forward first. "I vill take ze rope, s'il vous plaƮt." The chief hands him a rope. The Frenchman ties a noose and shouts "Vive la France!" before strangling himself. The pygmies cook him, skin him, and make a canoe out of his skin. Next, the Brit steps forward. "I'll have a bloody pistol, chaps." The chief hands him a pistol. "God save the Queen!" shouts the Brit, and blows his brains out. The pygmies cook him, skin him, and make a canoe out of his skin. Finally, the New Yorker steps forward. "Gimme a fork!" "A FORK?!?" The pygmies are perplexed, but nonetheless, give him a fork. He starts stabbing himself in the face, neck, chest, and legs. All over his body, he plunges the fork into his skin until he is bleeding from a thousand tiny holes. The chief is aghast. "Good Lord! What are you doing?!?" The New Yorker bellows, SCREW YOU, AND YOUR CANOES!"