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This fellow who had spent his whole life in the desert comes to visit
a friend. He'd never seen a train or the tracks they run on. While
standing in the middle of the RR tracks one day, he hears this whistle --
Whooee da Whoee! -- but doesn't know what it is. Predictably, he's hit -- but,
only a glancing blow -- and is thrown, ass-over- tea-kettle, to the side of
the tracks, with some minor internal injuries, a few broken bones, and
some bruises.
After weeks in the hospital recovering, he's at his friend's house
attending a party, one evening. While in the kitchen, he suddenly
hears the tea kettle whistling. He grabs a baseball bat from the nearby closet
and proceeds to batter and bash the tea kettle into an unrecognizable lump
of metal. His friend, hearing the ruckus, rushes into the kitchen, sees
what's happened and asks the desert man: "Why'd you ruin my good tea kettle?"
The desert man replies: "Man, you gotta kill these things when they're
small."
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