Two retired British Indian Army officers
Two retired British Indian Army officers sat in the common room of their nursing home waiting for tea when they began reminiscing about their time India.
“Say, old chap, did I ever tell you about the time I was attacked by a Bengal tiger?”
“I dare say I’ve not heard that one.”
“I decided one summer to try my hand at taking down one of the royal beasts. I hired a guide from the local village and armed with my rifle we set out. Several hours into the hunt and deep in a mangrove swamp we stumbled upon fresh tracks. It was not more than a few minutes of tracking the great beast when we heard it: a low, guttural sound from behind. I quickly turned and as I readied my rifle, the tiger leapt from the shadows, teeth and claws bared, ‘Rrrraaaaaarrrrrr!!!!’ I shat my pants.”
“Of course you shat your pants, old chap. You were attacked by a Bengal Tiger!”
“No. Right now when I went, ‘Rrrraaaaaarrrrr!!!!!’”
“Say, old chap, did I ever tell you about the time I was attacked by a Bengal tiger?”
“I dare say I’ve not heard that one.”
“I decided one summer to try my hand at taking down one of the royal beasts. I hired a guide from the local village and armed with my rifle we set out. Several hours into the hunt and deep in a mangrove swamp we stumbled upon fresh tracks. It was not more than a few minutes of tracking the great beast when we heard it: a low, guttural sound from behind. I quickly turned and as I readied my rifle, the tiger leapt from the shadows, teeth and claws bared, ‘Rrrraaaaaarrrrrr!!!!’ I shat my pants.”
“Of course you shat your pants, old chap. You were attacked by a Bengal Tiger!”
“No. Right now when I went, ‘Rrrraaaaaarrrrr!!!!!’”
