NEVER TRUST AN INDIAN
Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of the American Indian. After a tour of the reservation they were on, she thought “Why the difference in the number of feathers in the headdress?”
She asked a brave with only one feather in his headdress. His reply was, “Me sleep with only one squaw, have only one feather.”
Feeling the first fellow was only joking, she asked another brave. This brave had only four feathers. His reply was, “Ugh, me four feathers ‘cause me sleep with four squaws.”
Still not convinced the number of feathers indicated the number of squaws involved, she decided to ask the chief. Now the chief had a headdress full of feathers, which needless to say amused Ms. Walters. She asked the chief, “Why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?” The chief proudly pounded his chest and said, “Me fuck ‘em all. Big, small, fat, tall. Me fuck ‘em all!
Horrified, Ms. Walters said, “You ought to be hung!” The chief replied, “You damn right me hung. Big like buffalo. Long like snake!”
Ms. Walters cried, “You don’t have to be hostile.” The chief replied, “Hoss style, dog style, wolf style, any style. Me fuck ‘em all!!”
Tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters cried, “Oh dear!” The chief said, “No deer. Me no fuck deer. Asshole too high, fuckers run too fast. No fuck deer.” |
