A long time ago a sailor was shipwrecked and washed up on the shores of a small island. As he explored his new home he found out that a group of scientists had been stranded there for years before his arrival. They had found plenty of food and fresh water and were happily living there without much of a problem. They had even started to develop their own customs because they had decided that they were better off there than they had been when living in the civilized world.
Since there was very little entertainment available they had made it a custom that they all would gather at sunset and tell jokes about their predicament. Because they were scientists and were also interested in saving time and being organized, they had decided that it was much better to number all the jokes and simply call out the number. The sailor, not being a scientist, scoffed at the idea, but they all tried to convince him that this way was better.
One scientist yelled out 100, and the rest started laughing, some falling to the ground and others slapping others on their back exclaiming "that's a good one" !'
Another yelled 63, and there was laughter everywhere, some even breaking out in tears.
Then the leader of the scientists went up to the sailor and says to him, "go ahead and give it a try!".
So the sailor shouts out 11 ...
Absolute silence. So he shouts out 37.
Still silence amongst the scientists.
So the sailor asks the leader, why aren't they laughing.
The leader looks at him sadly and says "Just practice a bit, it's all in the delivery"








