Three eskimos are walking along in the snow. One of them stops and points to something on the ground.
"Hey, what's that? Is that racoon shit?"
The second eskimo turns to him and says, "I don't know, looks like racoon shit. Why don't you smell it?"
The three eskimoes took turns arguing, "I don't want to smell it, you smell it. NO YOU SMELL IT!", till finally the first eskimo decided to smell it.
"Well it smells like dog shit. I am still not sure though, why don't one of you touch it."
Again they all argued, "I'm not touching it. NO YOU TOUCH IT!", till finally the second eskimo agreed to touch it.
"Well... it feels like racoon shit too. Just to be sure maybe one of you should taste it?"
They argued once more, "You taste it, NO YOU TASTE IT!", till the third eskimo reluctantly tasted.
"Yeah, that tastes like racoon shit alright."
The first eskimo turned to his friends, and nodded.
"Well, it looks like racoon shit, smells like racoon shit, feels like racoon shit, and tastes like racoon shit... It must be racoon shit. Good thing we didn't step in it!"
