A Frenchman, an Englishman, and a New Yorker are captured by a
fierce tribe. The chief approaches them and says, “The bad news
is that now that we’ve caught you, we’re going to kill you and
then use your skins to build a canoe. The good news is that you
get to choose how you die.”
The Frenchman says, “I take ze poison.” The chief gives him some
poison, the Frenchman says, “Vive la France!” and drinks it down.
The Englishman says, “A pistol for me, please.” The chief gives
him a pistol, he points it at his head, says, “God save the
queen!” and shoots himself.
The New Yorker says, “Gimme a fork.” The chief is puzzled, but
he shrugs and gives him a fork. The New Yorker takes the fork
and starts jabbing himself all over-the stomach, the sides, the
chest, everywhere. There’s blood gushing out all over, it’s
horrible. The chief is appalled, and screams, “What are you
doing???” The New Yorker looks at the chief and laughs, “So much
for your canoe!”
