Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American Indians.
After a tour of the reservation they were on, she asked, "Why the difference in the number of feathers in the headdress?"
She asked a brave who had only one feather in his headdress. His reply was, "me have only one squaw, 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 sleeps 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 headdress full of feathers which, needless to say, amused Miss Walters. She asked the chief, "why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?"
The chief proudly sounded his chest and said, "me chief fuck-em all, big, small, fat, tall, me fuck-em all."
Horrified, Miss Walters stated, "you ought to be hung. The chief replied, "you damned right, I'm hung like buffalo."
Miss Walters cried, "you don't have to be so damned hostile." The chief replied, "hoss style, dog style, wolf style, any style, me fuck-em all."
Tears in her eyes, Miss Walters cried, "oh dear." The chief said, "no deer, me fuck no deer, asshole too high and fucker runs too fast. No fuck deer."
Miss Walters fainted.
