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Why? What i said that cant be considered serious?
Meanwhile earlier today tons of people died from all sorts of stuff, most of it preventable, and I took a truly MASSIVE dump that clogged the septic system and that probably ruined the plumber's day.
But also, nobody cares and the sun still rises tomorrow.
For a few days he trying to make friends with the local towns people but they would have nothing to do with this greenhorn.
So he finally went to the saloon and talk to the barkeeper who was the only one who even bothered to give him the time of day.
"What does a fella have to do to be accepted around here in this finicky town?" he asked.
The barkeeper gave him a considering look and finally told him, "To be accepted around here one must pass 3 tests if he wants to be one of us."
"What are these 3 tests? I must know!" stated the newcomer.
The barkeeper than told him:
First you must drink this keg of whisky without spilling a drop.
Second you must kill a polar bear.
and Third you must make love to an Eskimo woman.
"Well I can do that!" exclaimed the newcomer and grabbed the keg the barkeeper pointed to and sure enough drank it all down without spilling a drop then staggered out of the saloon.
The barkeeper and the locals who had been apprised by him, waited for the newcomer to return but days went by and the newcomer still hadn't return. As the days turn to a couple of weeks they all gave up on him figuring he either gave up and return back to San Francisco or met an untimely demise.
Finally one night the newcomer returned, stumbling into the saloon still reeking of whiskey. His appearance was horrifying for his clothes were torn to ribbons and his face and body was covered in bruises and bloody slashes.
The newcomer glared back at them and exclaimed in a loud but slurred voice, "Where's that Eskimo woman you want me to kill?"
However, in this parable, who would be the confused drunk? The Open Post or The world that approves the subject of the thread?
If it was a genuine scene where you saw your avatar getting raw dogged (beared?) by bear Halsin with the roars and ♥♥♥♥ you'd have a case
If it grosses you out, go to church and stop playing video games with sexable partners.