A plane crashes into the deepest, darkest heart of the Amazon rain forest. The only survivors are - a FAAAABULOUS gay man, an ordinary straight man, and a die-hard, tea-baggin’, gun-luvin’, USA right-or-wrong red neck. The three are traipsing through the jungle until they are discovered by a lost tribe of hunter/gatherers and brought to their village.
In the village, they are greeted by the tribal chief, who they are surprised to learn, speaks English very well. “My people once dealt with westerners quite often,” the Chief explains “But their greedy, exploitative, destructive nature has taught us a harsh lesson. Now we want nothing to do with outsiders from the United States, and it is our policy to kill any whom we encounter!” The three crash survivors squirm uncomfortably for a moment, but the Chief raises his hand to calm them. “But, we can be merciful as well. We will allow you the option of either DEATH, or abandoning your former life, undergoing our sacred initiation rites, and becoming a member of our tribe.”
The three survivors look at each other. “So, what does the initiation rites involve?” asks one of them. “You must undergo the rite of OOMBA!” The Chief declares. “Annnnd…what is ‘OOMBA’?” the survivors ask.
The Chief points across the village grounds to a particular mud hut. Sitting outside it is the most massively built man any of the three have ever seen. He’s naked, and when he stands up, his entirely limp dick practically drags along the ground behind him. “Our tribal shaman there will sodomize you. That is the sacred rite of OOMBA!”
The FAAAABULOUS gay guy’s jaw drops. His eyes light up, and he springs to his feet. “Honey, I wanna enlist, and I ain’t NEVER going back!” he squeals.
“As you wish. OOMBA for you!” And tribal warriors lead him away to the hut to be inducted into the tribe.
The ordinary straight man considers his options. “That’s certainly not my thing, but…if I don’t they’ll kill me. Hmmm.” Finally he bucks it up and says “OK. I want to be part of your tribe.”
“As you wish. OOMBA for you!” And tribal warriors lead the man, a little reluctantly, to the hut to be inducted into the tribe.
Finally, the red neck is left. He is red in the face with anger and violently shakes his head. “Absolutely not you tree huggin’, mud dwellin’ SAVAGES! I guess this is just one more reason why you ‘immigrant’ types want to leave your country, cross over MY borders and invade MY country! NO! I could not live with myself knowin’ that a man ever VIOLATED me in such a way! I would rather DIE!”
The Chief bowed his head sadly. He hoped it wouldn’t have come to this. “As you wish,” he sighs “Death by OOMBA.”