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The Tunnel
Sitting together on a train, traveling through the Swiss Alps, are
a French guy
an American guy,
an old Greek lady and
a young blonde Swiss girl.
The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the
sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the French guy has a bright red hand print on his cheek.
No one speaks.
The old Greek lady thinks:
The French guy must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek.
The blonde thinks:
That French guy must have tried to grope me in the dark. But he missed me and fondled the old Greek lady instead... and she slapped his cheek.
French guy thinks:
The American guy must have groped the blonde in the dark. She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.
The American guy thinks:
I can't wait for another tunnel, so I can smack that French guy again.
Sitting together on a train, traveling through the Swiss Alps, are
a French guy
an American guy,
an old Greek lady and
a young blonde Swiss girl.
The train goes into a dark tunnel and a few seconds later there is the
sound of a loud slap. When the train emerges from the tunnel, the French guy has a bright red hand print on his cheek.
No one speaks.
The old Greek lady thinks:
The French guy must have groped the blonde in the dark, and she slapped his cheek.
The blonde thinks:
That French guy must have tried to grope me in the dark. But he missed me and fondled the old Greek lady instead... and she slapped his cheek.
French guy thinks:
The American guy must have groped the blonde in the dark. She tried to slap him but missed and got me instead.
The American guy thinks:
I can't wait for another tunnel, so I can smack that French guy again.