Dad Joke #2

My dad had a repertoire of five jokes that were his favorite and would tell over and over, always cracking himself up to the point of tears before the punch line. Here's another:

An indian walks into a brothel to experience his first sexual trist.
The madam says, "Yes? May I help you?"

The indian responds, "Me want woman!"

"Very well," says the madam. "Do you have money?"

The indian says, "Hm. Me have wampum."

"Do you have experience?" asks the madam.

"Hm. Me no have experience," replies the indian.

"Listen honey, these girls are professionals. I can't turn one loose on an unexperienced man like you!"
Just as the indian turns away the madam shouts, "Wait, I have an idea! There's a tree about a mile west of here. The tree has a knot hole in it, why don't you practice on the tree and come back in a month!" The indian readily agrees.

A month later, the indian reappears at the brothel. "Ah, you're back!" says the madam. "Do you have experience?"

"Hm. Me have experience." Says the indian.

"Alright, go up those stairs to the last door on your right and Bambi will take care of you!" The indian goes to the room.

Bambi says, "Why, hello there! Shall we get started?" The Indian nods once. Bambi turns around and bends over to undo her shoes. The Indian runs up and gives her a strong kick right in the bum. "Ahh!! What the hell you do that for?!" Bambi yells.

"Hm. Me checking for bees." replies the Indian.