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The Indian

Category: Rated PG-13

This was posted on the BICs_Jokers_Wild@yahoogroups.com listserv. The author is not known. Given that the Texas lege has just completed its every-two-years exercise in public disservice and futility, this seems particularly appropriate.


An Indian walks into a bar with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He says to the bartender: “Me want beer!”

The bartender says: “Sure Chief, coming right up.”

He gets the Indian a tall draft beer and the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket, throws the manure into the air and blasts it with the shotgun, then he walks out.

Four days later the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand and another bucket of manure in the other. He walks up to the bar and says to the bartender: “Me want beer.”

The bartender says: “Whoa, Tonto, we’re still cleaning up from the last time you were in here. What was that all about, anyway?”

The Indian says, “Me in training for job as State employee; drink beer, shoot the shit, disappear for a few days.”

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