>>25741280
When I lived in Alaska, a flatlander (someone from the Lower 48 states) came into the Pioneer Bar where the old fishermen and locals drank. He wanted to make friends, but got a cold shoulder. He complained to the bartender 'What do I have to do to be accepted around here?' The bartender replied, 'Well, you Cheechakos (a term for non-Alaskans) don't have what it takes to make it for long up here. If you want to fit in you'll have to prove you're up to it.' The Cheechako asked 'What do I have to do?' 'You have to rape an Eskimo woman, kill a polar bear, and eat an ice worm.' 'I can do that!' exclaimed the Cheechako. 'What's an ice worm?' The bartender produced a bottle of the vilest bootleg swill every made with a maggot at the bottom, and thrust it at his victim. 'Here. Drink this and make sure the eat the worm at the bottom.' Well, damned if the Cheechako didn't choke down that whole bottle of rotgut and stumbled out into the the night, quickly forgotten and unlamented.
The next day the regulars are drinking as they always do, and the Cheechako burst through the saloon doors, torn to hell, bleeding from a dozen fatal looking gashes and wounds. Bleary eyed, and still slurring his words, he said 'Now, where's that Eskimo woman I have to kill?'