An airliner crashes into a remote region of the amazon rain forest. The only survivors are 1. a Fa-LAAAM-ing gay man, 2. an ordinary, run of the mill guy and 3. a southern redneck. While trying to make it back to civilization, they stumble upon a lost tribe that are unknown to the outside world.
The chieftan of the tribe approaches them and says “Hello.”
“You speak English?” the crash survivors all say in unison.
“Yes, although our tribe is unknown to the outside world, every so often an outsider does stumble upon our village. We have learned your language and know a little something about your culture. Our tribal elders have agreed that we want nothing to do with the outside world and want to keep our existence a secret. And so, I hereby inform you that you must either be initiated into our tribe and live here, or be put to death. The choice is yours.”
“Um…how do you get initiated into the tribe?” one of the survivors hestitantly inquires.
“You must undergo the rite of Oomba!” declares the chieftan.
“What’s ‘Oomba’?” asks another crash survivor.
The chieftan points across the village clearing to a large mud hut. Sitting on a stool in front of the mud hut is an enormous naked man whose (limp) dick looks nearly as long as an elephant trunk. “That man there will take you into his hut and perform sodomy on you for many hours.”
The gay guy nearly faints from joy. “Sign me up! Hell I never want to leave now!” He screams.
“As you wish - Oomba for you!” One of the attendants to the Chieftan leads the gay guy away to be initiated into the tribe.
The run of the mill, ordinary guy mulls it over. “Welllll, it really isn’t my thing, but…I’d rather do that than get killed, so I’ll join the tribe.”
“As you wish - Oomba for you!” Another attendant leads him away to be initiated into the tribe.
The southern redneck is left. He is near boiling over with rage & anxiety, and shakes his head furiously. “No. Way. In. Hell! I could not live with myself knowing I’d been buggered. I would rather DIE than have a guy touch me. I. will. not. join. your. HOMO. TRIBE.” He spits out.
And the chieftan looked at him sadly, shook his head and proclaimed…
“As you wish - death by Oomba!”