Three guys (an Englishman, a Frenchman, and a NewYorker) are exploring a forest when they are suddenly captured by a tribe of indians.
The chief says to them "Okay, I've got some good news and some bad news. The bad news is we need some new canoes and we need to use your skin to make them. But the good news is you get to choose how you die."
The Englishman is first; he holds a pistol to his head, shouts "God save the Queen!" and blows his brains out.
The Frenchman is next; he holds a sword out in front of his gut, exclaims "Viva la France!" and runs himself through.
Now it's the NewYorker's turn. He asks the chief for a fork. Puzzled, the chief agrees, hands him the fork, and the man immediately commences in stabbing and puncturing his flesh all over. Blood is gushing out from everywhere on his body. Miraculously, he is still alive, though.
The chief, mouth hung open in astonishment, just stares unbelievingly.
After a few moments, the NewYorker shouts out "So much for your canoe, you rotten sons-of-bitches!"
