Two cannibals walk into a bar. The first cannibal says to the other one, "You know, for the life of me I just can't seem to get my missionaries to be tender. I've tried everything. I've baked them, stewed em, smoked them, roasted em, and barbecued them. I even made up a nice little marinade. Whatever I try, I just can't seem to get them tender."
So the second cannibal asks, "What kind of missionaries do you use?"
The first cannibal replies, "You know those ones with the long brown who hang down by the river and have the strand of rope tied around their waist...and they got those strange haircuts where they are bald on top with the weird ring of hair around the side of their heads? I use those."
The second replies, "No wonder ya dummy! Those are Friars!"
Two missionaries are in the middle of cannibal country. One gets caught and the other gets away. The surviving missionary tells the story this way: I managed to hide in the brush while my fellow missionary got caught. As they were were preparing him they also discovered a case of Fresca. To my horror they ate my friend from his feet up to his thing and then downed a half case of Fresca; they then proceeded from head down to his thing and downed the 2nd half case of Fresca. Someone asked. Why didn't they eat his thing? Well he replied, Things go better with Coke.
why don't cannibals eat clowns....they taste funny