One evening, at the lodge of a hunting club, two new members were being introduced to the other members and were being shown around the place. The man guiding them said, “Do you see that old man sleeping in the chair beside the fireplace? He is our oldest member and he has many hunting stories to tell that you will never forget.” So they woke the old man up and asked him to tell a story.
“Well, I remember back in 1944, we went on a lion hunting expedition in Africa. For three days, we walked and searched for a lion but we didn’t see anything. On the fourth day, I was so tired that I needed to rest my feet. I saw a fallen tree, so I put down my gun, leaned my head against the tree, and fell asleep.
“I don’t know how long I was sleeping when suddenly I woke up because of a noise coming from the bushes. I was reaching for my gun when suddenly the biggest lion I have ever seen in my entire life jumped out of the bushes and roared like this:
‘RRROOAARRR!!!’
“I’m telling you, I soiled my underwear!”
The new members were amazed, and one of them said, “I can’t blame you, sir. I would also soil my underwear if a lion jumped at me like that.”
The old man shook his head and said, “No, no. I didn’t soil myself back then. I soiled myself NOW, when I did that ‘RRROOAARRR!!!’ Can one of you help me?”