Another of those -ist jokes
So this European dude goes on a trip to Africa (yeah, that place). The moment he gets off the plane (can't you believe it, they have airports over there, and even cities!), he can hear unceasing drums beating in the background.
He gets a cab to the hotel, and chats with the cabbie. He asks the cabbie:
- Hey, what's up with those drums beating all the time?
The cabbie answers:
- Ah, no worry, bwana, drums are good.
He gets to the hotel, gets his reserved room and settles in, goes down to the lobby, and he notices that the drums have never stopped beating. He's still curious, so he goes to the front desk and asks one of the guys:
- Hey, why do those drums beat all the time?
The guy at the desk replies:
- Ah, no worry about drums, bwana, drums are good. Only you worry when drums no beat no more.
- Oh! What happens when the drums stop?
The guy gives him a very scared look, and says:
- Very bad thing, bwana!
After a while of hanging out around the lobby, the tourist is kind of bored, so he asks the guy directions for a good bar. He goes there, and he's having a couple of beers at the bar, chatting with the bartender.
And then, suddenly, the drums stop.
Everybody in the bar panics; all the locals dive under a table, or anything that provides cover. Our tourist is at a loss for what to do, so the bartender, trembling, rushes over, grabs him, drags him behind the bar, and forces him to duck.
Our tourist, terrified, asks:
- What happens when the drums stop?
- Very, very bad thing, bwana!
- What thing?
- Worst thing, bwana!
- TELL ME, WHAT IS IT???
- BASS SOLO!!!
He gets a cab to the hotel, and chats with the cabbie. He asks the cabbie:
- Hey, what's up with those drums beating all the time?
The cabbie answers:
- Ah, no worry, bwana, drums are good.
He gets to the hotel, gets his reserved room and settles in, goes down to the lobby, and he notices that the drums have never stopped beating. He's still curious, so he goes to the front desk and asks one of the guys:
- Hey, why do those drums beat all the time?
The guy at the desk replies:
- Ah, no worry about drums, bwana, drums are good. Only you worry when drums no beat no more.
- Oh! What happens when the drums stop?
The guy gives him a very scared look, and says:
- Very bad thing, bwana!
After a while of hanging out around the lobby, the tourist is kind of bored, so he asks the guy directions for a good bar. He goes there, and he's having a couple of beers at the bar, chatting with the bartender.
And then, suddenly, the drums stop.
Everybody in the bar panics; all the locals dive under a table, or anything that provides cover. Our tourist is at a loss for what to do, so the bartender, trembling, rushes over, grabs him, drags him behind the bar, and forces him to duck.
Our tourist, terrified, asks:
- What happens when the drums stop?
- Very, very bad thing, bwana!
- What thing?
- Worst thing, bwana!
- TELL ME, WHAT IS IT???
- BASS SOLO!!!