There was an American that was captured by a bunch of Polocks (Sp? - Polish). Each day they were going to cut off a limb until he died.

Day 1.

They cut off his right arm. They ask him if he has any last requests. He says, "Can you send it to America?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to buried in my home land."

They said they'd think about it.

Day 2.

They cut off his left arm, then tell him they sent the arm to America. Again, same deal, same request from the American, and same response.

Day 3.

Right leg. Same deal.

Day 4.

They cut off his left leg. He again asks, "Can you send it to America."

"NO!!"

"Why not?"

"We think you're trying to escape!"




Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all night!