My wife passed this one on:
"A Buddhist Lama was on a long journey to a holy place. Night was falling in the mountains, and he needed a place to take shelter. Coming to a lonely house, he asked the woman there if he might stay the night. "Yes," she said, "but only if you do one of these three things: drink this bottle of wine, sacrifice the billy-goat out back, or sleep with me." The Lama's vows forbade all these things, but he needed to rest in order to finish his pilgrimage. He decided that having sex with the woman or killing the goat would bring bad Karma upon them as well, but drinking would affect only him, and so was the lesser of the evils.
So he drank the bottle of wine, got very drunk, and went to bed. In the middle of the night, the bleating of the goat woke him up, and in his stupor he slit its throat to shut it up. When the morning came, he woke to find himself in the woman's bed."
In other words: First Things First.
"A Buddhist Lama was on a long journey to a holy place. Night was falling in the mountains, and he needed a place to take shelter. Coming to a lonely house, he asked the woman there if he might stay the night. "Yes," she said, "but only if you do one of these three things: drink this bottle of wine, sacrifice the billy-goat out back, or sleep with me." The Lama's vows forbade all these things, but he needed to rest in order to finish his pilgrimage. He decided that having sex with the woman or killing the goat would bring bad Karma upon them as well, but drinking would affect only him, and so was the lesser of the evils.
So he drank the bottle of wine, got very drunk, and went to bed. In the middle of the night, the bleating of the goat woke him up, and in his stupor he slit its throat to shut it up. When the morning came, he woke to find himself in the woman's bed."
In other words: First Things First.
