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CarolatSheLives
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It's an old one, but I don't see it posted here, so...
A guy decides to go to a nice, quiet tropical island for his vacation. He gets on the plane and lands on a neighboring isle, gets on a boat and takes it to his little, remote island, gets off and is immediately taken in by all that tropical beauty and beaches half naked hula girls and other tropical island stuff. Like native drums in the distance and all.
As he walks the path to his hotel, he continues hearing the drums and thinks that's kind of cool. He checks in, gets a shower, then goes out to find some supper. All through supper, he hears the drums.
He finishes supper then goes looking for a bar to have a drink. While he's in the bar, the drums continue on.
He goes back to his room rather late and very tired from a long day of traveling, and notices the drums are still going.
All night those drums keep him awake.
All. Night. Long.
The next day, he goes down to the lobby and a porter greets him and asks if he had a nice sleep. (Yes, the drums are still going.)
"Heck no!" Says our sleep-deprive traveler. "I most certainly did NOT have a good sleep. Those blasted drums kept me awake all stinkin' night long!" (Only he used more colorful language.) "What's with those infernal drums, anyway? Can't anyone just make them stop?"
"Oh no!" Says the horrified porter. "Drums no stop."
"What? Why not? They're a nuisance and I'm sick of listening to them. I'm going to complain to the manager if someone doesn't make them stop."
"Oh, sir! No, no, no. Drums never stop. Never. Very bad, drums stop!"
"Why?" Asks our puzzled guest. "What can possibly happen that's so bad if those darned drums stop?"
"Drums stop," Whispers the porter conspiratorially, "Bass solo start."
pa-dum-dum!
A guy decides to go to a nice, quiet tropical island for his vacation. He gets on the plane and lands on a neighboring isle, gets on a boat and takes it to his little, remote island, gets off and is immediately taken in by all that tropical beauty and beaches half naked hula girls and other tropical island stuff. Like native drums in the distance and all.
As he walks the path to his hotel, he continues hearing the drums and thinks that's kind of cool. He checks in, gets a shower, then goes out to find some supper. All through supper, he hears the drums.
He finishes supper then goes looking for a bar to have a drink. While he's in the bar, the drums continue on.
He goes back to his room rather late and very tired from a long day of traveling, and notices the drums are still going.
All night those drums keep him awake.
All. Night. Long.
The next day, he goes down to the lobby and a porter greets him and asks if he had a nice sleep. (Yes, the drums are still going.)
"Heck no!" Says our sleep-deprive traveler. "I most certainly did NOT have a good sleep. Those blasted drums kept me awake all stinkin' night long!" (Only he used more colorful language.) "What's with those infernal drums, anyway? Can't anyone just make them stop?"
"Oh no!" Says the horrified porter. "Drums no stop."
"What? Why not? They're a nuisance and I'm sick of listening to them. I'm going to complain to the manager if someone doesn't make them stop."
"Oh, sir! No, no, no. Drums never stop. Never. Very bad, drums stop!"
"Why?" Asks our puzzled guest. "What can possibly happen that's so bad if those darned drums stop?"
"Drums stop," Whispers the porter conspiratorially, "Bass solo start."
pa-dum-dum!

