A western reporter goes to Armenia to write articles
about that land. He meets an old man in a village and
asks him about any memorable events in his life. The
old man says "well one time my donkey got lost, so me
and my neighbours got some vodka and went looking for
it. We looked and looked and finally found the donkey.
Then we drank the vodka and one by one started screwing
the donkey, it was a lot of fun." The reporter figured
he can't write an article about that, so he asked the
old man to tell him another story. The old man said:
"well, one time my neighbour's wife got lost, so me and
all the village men got some vodka and went out looking
for her. We looked and looked and finally we found her.
Then we drank the vodka and one by one screwed the
neighbour's wife. It was a lot of fun." The reporter,
feeling frustrated, told the old man that he couldn't
write articles about those stories and asked him if he
had any dramatic or sad memories that he could talk
about. The old man paused a little and with a sad
expression on his face said: "Well, one time I was
lost........"