Relay-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site utzoo.UUCP Posting-Version: version B 2.10 5/3/83; site rruxo.UUCP Path: utzoo!watmath!clyde!cbosgd!ihnp4!mhuxn!mhuxb!mhuxr!ulysses!gamma!pyuxww!pyuxv!rruxo!sitze From: sitze@rruxo.UUCP (R Sitze) Newsgroups: net.jokes Subject: Fit To Kill...... (another old one...) Message-ID: <137@rruxo.UUCP> Date: Thu, 7-Feb-85 12:15:00 EST Article-I.D.: rruxo.137 Posted: Thu Feb 7 12:15:00 1985 Date-Received: Sat, 9-Feb-85 05:41:51 EST Organization: Bell Communications Research, Piscataway N.J. Lines: 38 This one must be told, verbally, for best effect : Even longer than a long, long time ago, back when the first cave men were just beginning to think, there lived a fairly successful caveman with his wife. (Successful back then ment that they were still alive...) She was a good wife, as cavewomen go, as she was able to bear him 5 sons before she left for that great-tar-pit-in-the-sky... Not being very smart back then, and most certainly not very original, the caveman named his first son Fit, his second son Fitfit, his third son Fitfitfit, his forth son Fitfitfitfit, and his fifth son Fitfitfitfitfit. Well his sons were strong, large, hairy, and ugly. Their father was very proud of them, and made sure that they were properly educated. He started with the first son, Fit, by taking him mammoth hunting. To his great dismay and sorrow, his son was eaten by a large sabre tooth tiger who wasn't to happy with the competition. So he trudge home to his other four sons. Two weeks later while Fitfit, Fitfitfit, Fitfitfitfit, Fitfitfitfitfit, and their father were fishing, Fitfit was swept away by the current of the raging river when his foot slipped while stepping on a stone in the river. Poor Fitfit was never seen again. The three son's left morned for their older brother for a while, and then decided to explore the mountains across the valley. Whilst climbing around on the side of the mountain, Fitfitfit slipped and fell off of a cliff. Fitfitfitfit and Fitfitfitfitfit ran home to tell their father the terrible news. By this time, their father was feeling rather down, and was getting around to the rip old age of 25, an old man indeed. He took to his death-rock upon hearing the news, where his last two remaining sons took care of him. One day, while Fitfitfitfit was foraging for food in the valley, he stumbled into a tar pit. Despite all his screams for help, and his threats to the world around him for treating him so poorly, he sank to his death. Fitfitfitfitfit stayed home and watched after his father until he died, and then left for a life of adventure. After a few years, he settled down, got married, and had sons. Fitfitfitfitfit lived until he died of old age a fairly happy man. Which only goes to prove the old axiom.... survival of the fittest.