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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 14:00:45 -0500
From: Bill Ellis
Subject: An updated bin Laden/Bush joke
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CONTEMPORARY VERSION: [Date: 11/14/2001] Bush and Osama decided to settle the war once and for all. They sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with one dog fight. They would have five years to breed the best fighting dog in the world and whichever side's dog won would be entitled to dominate the world.

Osama found the biggest meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and bred them with the biggest meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from each litter and removed his siblings, which gave him all the milk.

After five years they came up with the biggest meanest dog the world had ever seen. Its cage needed steel bars that were five inches thick and nobody could get near it.

When the day came for the dog fight, Bush and a Cajun dog handler showed up with a strange looking animal. It was a nine foot long Dachshund.

Everyone felt sorry for Bush because they knew there was no way that this dog could possibly last 10 seconds with the Afghanistani dog.

When the cages were opened up, the Dachshund came out of its cage and slowly waddled over towards Osama's dog. Osama's dog snarled and leaped out of it's cage and charged the American Dachshund. But, when it got close enough to bite the Dachshund's neck, the Dachshund opened it's mouth and consumed the Osama's dog in one bite. There was nothing left at all of his dog.

Osama came up to Bush shaking his head in disbelief. "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best people working for five years with the meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and the biggest meanest Siberian wolves."

"Da's nothin", said Boudreaux, the Cajun handler with Bush. "We 'ad our bess plasic surgins workin' fo' five year for to make dat alligator look like a weenie dog." [Courtesy: William F. Hansen]

[This is an updating of a far-travelled joke. I did a quick metasearch and turned up some alternative versions. Interestingly, the earliest one references the Microsoft/Unix rivalry, but I suspect that this is itself an updating of one of the more standard types. As always, the textual variations among these similar but not identical items is interesting to observe. --BE]

ARAB/ISRAELI VERSION: At the height of the Intafada, the Israelis and Arabs realized that, if they continued, they would someday end up destroying the world. So they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with a dogfight. The negotiators agreed that each country would take five years to develop the best fighting dog they could. The dog that won the fight would earn its country the right to rule the world. The losing side would have to lay down its arms.

The Arabs found the biggest, meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world. They bred them together and then crossed their offspring with the meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest, strongest puppy from each litter, killed all the other puppies and fed the lone dog all of the milk.

They used steroids and trainers in their quest for the perfect killing machine, until, after the five years were up, they had a dog that needed iron prison bars on his cage. Only the trainers could handle this beast.
When the day of the big fight arrived, the Israelis showed up with a strange animal: It was a nine-foot-long Dachshund.

Everyone felt sorry for the Israelis. No one else thought this weird animal stood a chance against the growling beast in the Arab camp. The bookies predicted the Arabs would win in less than a minute.

The cages were opened. The Dachshund waddled toward the center of the ring. The Arab dog leapt from his cage and charged the giant wiener-dog. As he got to within an inch of the Israeli dog, the Dachshund opened its jaws and swallowed the Arab beast in one bite. There was nothing left but a small bit of fur from the killer dog's tail.

The Arabs approached the Israelis, shaking their heads in disbelief. "We do not understand. Our top scientists and breeders worked for five years with the meanest, biggest Dobermans and Rottweilers. They developed a killing machine."

"Really?" the Israelis replied. "We had our top plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a Dachshund!" [Date: 02/28/2001; source: <http://www.freerepublic.com/forum/a3a9c16076bce.htm.]

MICROSOFT/UNIX VERSION: At the height OS wars, Microsoft and Unix's creators realized that if they continued in the usual manner they were going to soon piss off the whole world. One day they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with one dog fight. They'd have five years to breed the best fighting dog in the world and which ever side's dog won would be entitled to dominate the world. The losing side would declare bankruptcy.

The Unix people found the biggest meanest Doberman and Rottweiler in the world and bred them with the biggest meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from each litter, killed his siblings, and gave him all the milk.

They used steroids and trainers and after five years came up with the biggest meanest dog the world had ever seen. Its cage needed steel bars that were five inches thick and nobody could get near it.

When the day came for the dog fight, Microsoft showed up with a strange animal. It was a nine foot long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for Microsoft because they knew there was no way that this dog could possibly last ten seconds with the Unix dog.

When the cages were opened up, the Dachshund came out of it's cage and slowly waddled over towards the Unix dog. The Unix dog snarled and leaped out of it's cage and charged the Microsoft dachshund. But, when it got close enough to bite the Dachshund's neck, the Dachshund opened it's mouth and consumed the Unix dog in one bite. There was nothing left at all of the Unix dog.

The Unix people came up to Bill Gates shaking their heads in disbelief. "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best people working for five years with the meanest Dobermans and Rottweilers in the world and the biggest meanest Siberian wolves."

"That's nothing", Bill Gates replied. "We had our best plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a Dachshund."

[Date: Wed, 11 Mar 1998; source: <http://faqchest.dynhost.com/linux/REDHAT/redhat-98/redhat-9803/redhat-980301/redhat98031119_20240.html>]

AMERICAN/RUSSIAN VERSION 1: During the height of the Cold War, the Americans and the Russians realized if they continued their arms race, they were going to blow up the whole planet. They arranged a top-secret summit, where it was decided to settle the whole dispute with one dogfight. They agreed to give each other five years to breed the two most powerful fighting dogs ever. The winning dog's country would be entitled to dominate the world. The losing side would have to submit and lay down its arms.

The Russians searched their vast country to find the meanest, most vicious Doberman and Rottweiler females and bred them with the biggest, most dangerous Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from each litter and fed it a diet of steroids and trained them to be lethal attack dogs. After five years of fierce breeding, Russia had managed to create the biggest, most vicious dog the world had ever seen.

Finally Russia and America met in Switzerland to let their dogs fight for world domination. Although its cage had four-inch thick reinforced steel bars, everyone was afraid to even go near the Russian monster-dog.

When the Russians saw the American dog, they burst into laughter. America had sent a weird looking 12-foot-long Dachshund! The Russian breeders felt a little sorry for the Dachshund, because they knew it didn't have the slightest chance to last even 10 seconds against Russia's killer.

When the bell announced the beginning of the fight, the Russian dog leaped out of its cage, snarled, and charged the American Dachshund. The Dachshund slowly waddled out of its cage towards the Russian dog. But just when the Russian champion looked like it was going to bite the Dachshund's neck, the Dachshund opened its mouth and swallowed the Russian dog with one bite. The Russian monster was gone!

The Russian politicians, shaking their heads in disbelief, walked over to the cheering Americans and said: "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best breeders working for five years with the meanest Doberman and Rottweiler females in the world and the biggest, meanest Siberian wolves!"

"That's nothing," an American replied. "We had our best plastic surgeons working for five years to make an alligator look like a Dachshund."

[Date: June 13, 2000; source: http://www.southpeacenews.com/newsdesk/volume38/000531/story6.html]

AMERICAN/RUSSIAN VERSION 2: CAJUN ENDING: The Americans and Russians at the height of the arms race realized that if they continued in the usual manner they were going to blow up the whole world. One day they sat down and decided to settle the whole dispute with one dog fight. They would have five years to breed the best fighting dog in the world and whichever side's dog won would be entitled to dominate the world.

The Russians found the biggest meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and bred them with the biggest meanest Siberian wolves. They selected only the biggest and strongest puppy from each litter, removed his siblings, which gave him all the milk. After five years they came up with the biggest meanest dog the world had ever seen. Its cage needed steel bars that were five inches thick and nobody could get near it.

When the day came for the dog fight, the Americans showed up with a strange looking animal. It was a nine foot long Dachshund. Everyone felt sorry for the Americans because they knew there was no way that this dog could possibly last 10 seconds with the Russian dog. When the cages were opened up, the Dachshund came out of its cage and slowly waddled over towards the Russian dog. The Russian dog snarled and leaped out of its cage and charged the American Dachshund. But, when it got close enough to bite the Dachshund's neck, the Dachshund opened its mouth and consumed the Russian dog in one bite. There was nothing left at all of the Russian dog. The Russians came up to the Americans shaking their heads in disbelief. "We don't understand how this could have happened. We had our best people working for five years with the meanest Doberman and Rottweiler female dogs in the world and the biggest meanest Siberian wolves."

"Da's nothin," said T-Cat, the Cajun, representing the Americans. "We had our bess plastic surgins workin' fo' five year to make a alligator look like a weenie dog."

---Geoff Boudreaux

[Date: 6/21/2001 Source: <wetville.net/forum/arc0621.htm>]

Note: judging from other items in this forum, Geoff Boudreaux is the list member who contributed this joke, along with a number of other Cajun-tinged messages. It is interesting that in the recent version, he actually becomes a character in the joke itself.]

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Date: Wed, 14 Nov 2001 15:59:39 -0500
From: Bill Ellis
Subject: More Cajun bin Laden humor
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[I couldn't help doing a little more digging to try to explicate the "Cajun" elements of the most recent "dogfight" jokes and figure out who T-Cat and Boudreaux were. Evidently the person responsible for adding these to this joke was also familiar with the item below, which seems to have an interesting history of its own. --BE]

CAJUN VERSION 1 (Boudreaux version, with bin Laden)
The Cajuns heard that Saddam Hussein was going to help Osama bin Laden and they decided This is WAR!!
Saddam Hussein was sitting in his bunker when his telephone rang.

"Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily accented voice said. "This is Boudreaux down at the Fred's lounge in Mamou, Looziannah. I'm callin' to told you we be officially declarin' war on you!"

"Well, Boudreaux, Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"

"Rat now," said Boudreaux, (hesitating) "there is me, my cousin Thibedeaux, my nex door neighbor Justain, and the whole bunch from the bar. That makes us eight!"

Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Boudreaux, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Woo-eee!" said Boudreaux. "I gots to call you back later!"

Sure enough, the next day, Boudreaux called again. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We got us some war equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Boudreaux?" Saddam asked.

"Well, we got us two combines, a dozer, and a farm tractor."

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Boudreaux, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I' ve increased my army to 1-1/2 million since we last spoke."

"E-yiee!" said Boudreaux. "I gots to get back to you later."

Sure enough, Boudreaux rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, da war still be on! We got ourselves some airborne! We've took Marcell's ultra-light glider an we put us a shotgun in the cockpit, and Hebert gots out of jail today and he is gonna join our army too!"

Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Boudreaux, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"

"Ah-yie-yie!", screams Boudreaux, "I gots ta call you back later."

Sure enough, Boudreaux calls again the next day.
"Bon jour, Sad-damn! I so sorry I gots to toll you we is callin' off dis war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Boudreaux, we all had a long talk at the bar and Sheriff Broussard he say no way he's gonna feed no two million prisoners." " Besides we didn't want to get in the way of Cuzn Dubya . He said he might pay you a visit after he says hello to the Tallyban"

Replies: Date: 10/8/2001 2:37:00 PM Sadam Hussein has said that he will help the Taliban in the coming war so this is not that funny.

Date: 10/8/2001 2:40:00 PM That was so cute,I am still laughing .>hee hee!!!! Thanks Wooden.>>>HUGS<<

Date: 10/8/2001 4:10:00 PM I get it, but yet i can not laugh

[Source: <http://www.unsolvedmysteries.com/usm176068.html>]

CAJUN VERSION 2 (Trosclaire version; no bin Laden)
At war with Mamou

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his bunker wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.

"Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily accented voice said.

"This is Trosclaire down at the Fred's Lounge in Mamou. I'm callin' to told you we officially declarin' war on you!"

"Well, Trosclaire," Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! How big is your army?"

"Rat now," said Tros, (hesitating) "there is me, my cousin T-Nom, my nex door neighbor T-Boy, and the whole bunch from the bar. That makes us eight!"
Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Tros, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Kee-ough!" said Tros. "I gots to call you back later!" Sure enough, the next day, Tros called again.
"Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We got us some war equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Tros?" Saddam asked. "Well, we got us two combines, a dozer, and a farm tractor."

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Trosclaire, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armoured personnel carriers. Also, I've increased my army to 1-1/2 million since we last spoke."

"Poo-yie!" said Tros. "I gots to get back to you later."
Sure enough, Tros rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, da war still be on! We got ourselves some airborne! We've took T-Cat's ultra-light glider an we put us a shotgun in the cockpit, and Nonk got outs of jail today and he is gonna join our army too!"

Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Trosclaire, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites. And since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"

"Ah-yie-yie!", screams Tros, "I gots ta call you back later."

Sure enough, Tros calls again the next day. "Bon jour, Sad-damn! I gots to toll you we is callin' off dis war."
"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Trosclair, "we all had a long talk at the bar an Shariff Wayne Moran says no way he's gonna feed two million prisoners."

[Source: <http://www.expage.com/beachblond14cajun>]

IRISH VERSION (County Sligo type; includes ultralight)

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.

"Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily accented voice said.

"This is Paddy down in the Harp pub in County Sligo, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Paddy," Saddam replied, "this is indeed important news! How big is your army?"

"Right now," said Paddy, after a moment's calculation, "there is meself, me cousin Sean, me next door neighbor Seamus, and the entire dart team from the pub. That makes eight!"

Saddam paused. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Begorra!", said Paddy. "I'll have to ring you back!"
Sure enough, the next day, Paddy called again. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Paddy?" Saddam asked.

"Well, we have two combines, a bulldozer, and Murphy's farm tractor."

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 16,000 tanks and 14,000 armored personnel carriers. I've increased my army to 1 1/2 million since we last spoke."

"Saints preserve us!" said Paddy. "I'll have to get back to you." Sure enough, Paddy rang again the next day. "Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Harrigan's ultra-light with a couple of shotguns in the cockpit, and four boys from the Shamrock pub have joined us as well!"

Saddam was silent for a minute and then cleared his throat. "I must tell you, Paddy, that I have 10,000 bombers and 20,000 fighter planes. My military complex is surrounded by laser-guided, surface-to-air missile sites, and since we last spoke, I've increased my army to TWO MILLION!"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!", said Paddy, "I'll have to ring you back."

Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. "Top o' the mornin,' Mr. Hussein! I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Paddy, "we've all had a long chat over a bunch of pints, and there's no way we can feed two million prisoners."

[Source: <http://www.kiawahchats.net/rotflmao.htm>]

IRISH VERSION 2 (County Cavan version,no ultralight)

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering whom to invade next when his telephone rang.

'Hallo! Mr. Hussein,' a heavily accented voice said. 'This is Paddy up in County Cavan, Ireland. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!'

'Well, Paddy,' Saddam replied, 'this is indeed important news! Tell me, how big is your army?'

'At this moment in time,' said Paddy after a moment's calculation, 'there is myself, my cousin Sean, my next door neighbor Gerry, and the entire dominoes team from the pub -- that makes eight!'

Saddam sighed. 'I must tell you Paddy that I have a million men in my army waiting to move on my command.'

'Begorrah!' said Paddy, 'I'll have to ring you back!' Sure enough, the next day Paddy rang back. 'Right Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some equipment!'

'And what equipment would that be, Paddy?' Saddam asked.

'Well, we have two combine harvesters, a bulldozer and Murphy's tractor from the farm.'

Once more Saddam sighed. 'I must tell you, Paddy, that I have sixteen thousand tanks, fourteen thousand armoured personnel carriers, and my army has increased to two million men since we last spoke.'

'Really?' said Paddy 'I'll have to ring you back!' Sure enough, Paddy called again the next day. 'Right Mr. Hussein, I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war.'

'I'm sorry to hear that,' said Saddam. 'Why the sudden change of heart?'

'Well,' said Paddy 'We've had a look at the Geneva Convention, all had a chat, and there's no way we can feed two million prisoners.'

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Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 09:43:05 -0500
From: Bill Ellis
Subject: Re: Cajun humor
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[Hope you don't mind two more versions of this widely-travelled item. It is interesting to see how what is clearly the same script has been adapted to fit different nationalities' image of rural numbskulls and their habitual activities. --BE]

EAST INDIAN VERSION
Saddam Hussein and Santa Singh
Posted May 30, 2001 at 10:43:02:

SADDAM Hussein was sitting peacefully in his office wondering who to invade next when his telephone rang.

"Hallo! Hussein paji," a heavily accented voice said. "This is Santa Singh in Barnala, Punjab. I'm ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on all of you in Iraq."

"Well, Santa." Saddam replied, "This is indeed important news! Tell me how big is your army?"

"At this moment..." said Santa after a moment's calculation, "there is main, mera cousin Surjit, mera next-door neighbour Gurdial and the entire bhangra team from the village --that makes nine."

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you Santa, that I have one million men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Changa!" said Santa."I'll be ringing you back."

Sure enough the next day Santa rang back. "Right Hussein bhai, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be Santa?" Saddam asked. "Well we have two combine harvesters, a bulldozer and Gurdial's tractor from the farm."
Once more Saddam sighed. "I must tell you Santa that I have 16 thousand tanks, 14 thousand armoured personnel carriers and my army has increased to one and a half million since we last spoke."

"Is that really so?" said Santa. "I'll be ringing you back!"

Sure enough Santa rang again the next day. "Right Mr.Hussein the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified a government cropduster with a couple o' rifles in the cockpit and the village kho-kho team has joined us as well!"

Saddam was silent for a minute then sighed. "I must tell you Santa that I have 10 thousand bombers, 20 thousand MIG-19 attack planes, my military complex is surrounded by laser-guided surface-to-air missile sites and since we last spoke my army has increased to two million."

"Koi gal nahin," said Santa. "I'll be having to be ringin' ya back." Sure enough Santa called again the next day. "Right,Mr. Hussein, I am very sorry to tell you we'll be calling off the war".

"I'm sorry tohear that Santaji. I was so looking forward to it," said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well to tell you the truth," began Santa "We've all had a little chat and there's no way we can feed two million prisoners."

[Source: http://www.indolink.com/Forum/Humor/messages/635.html]

YIDDISH VERSION
Considering the War question

Saddam Hussein was sitting in his office wondering who to invade next when his telephone rang.

"Hallo! Mr. Hussein," a heavily-accented voice said. "This is Yitzhak down in Tel Aviv, Israel. I am ringing to inform you that we are officially declaring war on you!"

"Well, Yitzhak," Saddam replied, "This is important news! Tell me, how big is your army?"

"At this moment in time," said Yitzhak after a moment's calculation, "there is me, my cousin Saul, my next-door neighbor Shlomo, and the entire pinnochle team from the deli -- that makes eight!"

Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Yitzhak, that I have 1million men in my army waiting to move on my command."

"Oy vey!", said Yitzhak, "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, the next day Yitzhak rang back. "Right, Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to acquire some equipment!"

"And what equipment would that be, Yitzhak?" Saddam asked.

"Well, we have two combine harvesters, a bulldozer and Goldberg's tractor from the kibbutz."

Once more Saddam sighed. "I must tell you, Yitzhak, that I have 16 thousand tanks, 14 thousand armored personnel carriers, and my
army has increased to one and a half million since we last spoke."

"Really?!" said Yitzhak, "I'll have to ring you back!"

Sure enough, Yitzhak rang again the next day.

"Right, Mr. Hussein, the war is still on! We have managed to get ourselves airborne! We've modified Moshe's ultralight with a couple of rifles in the cockpit and the bridge team has joined us as well!"

Saddam was silent for a minute, then sighed. "I must tell you Yitzhak that I have 10 thousand bombers, 20 thousand MIG-19 attack planes, my military complex is surrounded by laser-guided surface-to-air missile sites, and since we last spoke, my army has increased to two million."

"Oy gevalt!", said Yitzhak, "I'll have to ring you back."

Sure enough, Yitzhak called again the next day.

"Right, Mr Hussein, I am sorry to tell you that we have had to call off the war."

"I'm sorry to hear that" said Saddam. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"Well," said Yitzhak, "We've all had a chat, and there's no way we can feed two million prisoners.

[Date: Monday, February 05, 2001; Source: <http://www.simplebiblestudies.com/NBAconsiderwar.htm>]

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Date: Thu, 15 Nov 2001 08:05:48 -0700
From: E Emde
Subject: Re: Another version
To: NEWFOLK@LISTSERV.TEMPLE.EDU

The version I've heard was a bit different.

Dogs from all around the world are tired of the fuss made of the Olympics, which they feel is very species-ist.

So they decide to hold their own version, a huge event to be covered by all the television channels around the world. And the centerpiece of this canine extravaganza is something that humans have never come up with; a competition to discover the baddest dog in the world.

All the countries spend years training their teams, from Angola to Zimbabwe millions are spent on breeding the strongest, most vicious fighting machines. Finally the big day arrives, and the parade of contestants features dogs the size of tanks or bulls, and oddly, one lean little pup from some no-name country.

The trials begin, and to everyone's surprise, the pup manages to take on all challengers, biting their heads off with one negligent snap. As he is finally being awarded the gold medal and crowned the Baddest Dog of All, someone asks his manager how this puny little creature had defeated the most vicious creatures from the America and the Soviet Union alike. 'Well,' the manager said. 'My client is from Ethiopia. You see, he used to be a lion....'
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Apologies to the Ethiopians, of course. This version of the joke can easily be dated by the references to the famine and the Cold War. I first heard it in Pakistan, in more or less this form, about 10 years ago.
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Fatima