The Loony Bin
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loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk
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Wed, 28 Aug 1996 00:24:28 +0100
Hiya All... Here's another of those things that defies description... Wishes & Dreams... - ANDREA xx ************<andrea@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk>************ *****<ajc6@ukc.ac.uk>***<bloodaxe@geocities.com>***** *** *** *** THE LOONY BIN *** *** loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk *** *** *** ******************Internet Goddess******************* *********************ANDROMEDA*********************** ------- Forwarded foolishness follows ------- A bigtime reporter was sent to dish up a story about an ancient Indian tribe. After a long trip she arrived at the camp. She was met by a couple of young kids and a few warriors. She decided to take a couple of interviews. Reporter : "I see you've got a feather in your hair, I always wondered what that's for." Warrior : "Not difficult, it shows how many wife me got..." A bit amused she went to the chief who was relaxing in his tee-pee. Reporter : "I see you've got plenty of feathers in your hair, why is that?" Chief : "It shows how many wife me got, I fuck all!" Reporter : "Don't be so god-damn hostile!!" Chief : "Oh...horse-style, dog-style, any style, me fuck'em all!" Reporter : "Oh dear!!!" Chief : " No fuck deer, arseholes too high and fuckers run too fast, no fuck deer!!" The reporter left.