Three castaways on a island...

It's the story of three castaways who found themselves on an island... Shortly after they got captured by indigenous people and were taken to see the tribe's chieftain.


Chieftain (quite surprisingly knew how to speak English): "Now ye gotta do whatever we tell ye to do or we will cut yer balls off, roast 'em and feed 'em to ye before beheading ye."


The three castaways were left with little choice but to obey to their abductors.


Chieftain (still in English): "Now all three of ye must go in the jungle and bring me 100 of the same fruit."


And so they went into the deep jungle, several hours after one of the castaways popped out of the jungle with a hundred oranges. The chieftain ordered him to put all the hundred oranges in his arsehole, but he should do it so without crying, screaming or letting any sound out of his mouth or he would meet a gruesome end.

The castaway began to put the oranges in his rump, but at the count of ten he could not sustain the heavy deserialization of his buttocks, and so he begged for mercy. The chieftain without hesitation relieved him of his nutsacks, roasted them, feed them to him before proceeding with cutting off his head.


After even more hours, the second castaway came out of the jungle with a hundred gooseberries, and same stuff happened... The chieftain ordered him to put all the hundred gooseberries in his booty, but he should do it so without crying, screaming or letting any sound out of his mouth or he would meet an unorthodox end.

And so the castaway began to fill his intestines with gooseberries... He did pretty well but reaching the 100th gooseberry he could not refrain himself from laughing out loud.

The chieftain, bemused: "Why did ye messed up so close to the goal? Ye could have been free!"

The castaway said: "Sorry, I knew I was near from achieving the objective, but I just could not stop myself from laughing when I saw the other dude coming out of the jungle with a hundred watermelons!"