One night, at the lodge of a hunting club…

Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American Indians. After a tour of a reservation, she asked a Brave,who had only one feather in his headdress, „Why the difference in the number of feathers in the headdresses?“ His reply was, „Me have only one sqaw, me have only one feather.“ She asked another Brave, feeling the first fellow was only joking. This Brave had four feathers in his headdress. He replied, „Ugh; me have four feathers because me sleep with four squaws.“ Still not convinced the number of feathers indicated the number of sqaws involved, she decided to interview the Chief. Now the Chief had a headdress full of feathers, which, needless to say, amused Ms. Walters. She asked the Chief, „Why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?“ The Chief proudly pounded his chest and said, „Me Chief. Me fuck-em all. Big, small, fat, tall. Me fuck-em all.“ Horrified, Ms. Walters stated, „You ought to be hung!“ The Chief replied, „You damned right, me hung. Big like buffalo, long like snake.“ Ms. Walters cried, „You don’t have to be so goddamned hostile!“ The Chief replied, „Hoss-style, dog- style, wolf-style, any-style, me fuck-em all!“ With tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters cried, „Oh dear.“ The Chief said, „No deer. Me no fuck deer. Asshole too high and fuckers run too fast. No fuck deer!“