Barbra Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of some
American Indians. After the tour of the reservation, she asked
why the difference in the number of feathers in a headress. His
reply was, "Me have only one squaw so me only have one feather."
She asked another brave, feeling the first fellow was putting
her on. This brave had four feathers. He replied. "Me have four
feathers, because me sleep with four squaws."
Still not convinced the number of feathers indicated the number
of mates involved, she decided to interview the chief. Now the
chief had a headress, full of feathers. Needless to say, this
intrigued Ms. Walters.
She asked the chief, "Why do you have so many feathers in your
headress?" The chief proudly pounded his chest and said, "Me
chief, me fuck-em all."
Horrified. Ms. Walters said, "You aught to be hung!" The chief
replied, "Damn right, me hung like buffalo."
Ms. Walters cried, "You don't have to be so hostile!" The chief
replied, "Hoss-style, dog-style, hog-style, wolfstyle,
any-style. Me fuck-em all!"
With tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters cried, "Oh dear!" The chief
said, "No deer... me fuck no deer, assholes too high and the
fuckers run too fast. No fuck-em deer."
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