The Loony Bin
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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
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------- 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.