A skeptical anthropologist was cataloguing South American folk remedies with the assistance of a tribal Shaman who indicated that the leaves of a particular fern were a sure cure for any case of constipation. When the anthropologist expressed his doubts, the Shaman looked him in the eye and said, "Let me tell you, with fronds like these, who needs enemas?"
I'm also fond of the oceanic variation [most prominently in "Finding Nemo"]: with fronds like these, who needs anemones?
El propina del sombrero: Tar Heel Madre
16 years ago
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