humour

While touring a Seppo indian reservation, a prudish old documentary maker wonders why some of the headresses have more feathers than others.

She approaches a brave, sporting just one feather and says, "Excuse me, can you tell me why you only have one feather in your headdress?"

"Only have one woman," replies the brave. "One woman, one feather".

A little appalled, the film-maker interviews the tribal chief who has feathers of every size and shape in his headdress.

"Why do you have so many feathers, chief?" she asks

"Me chief, me sleep with all" he says proudly. "Big, small, short, tall...............me sleep with all!"

Horrified , she stutters, W...w...why you ought to be hung for such behaviour!"

"Damn right!" he boasts. "Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake!"

"Well there's no need to be hostile," she sneers

"Hoss-sytle, dog-style, wolf-style, any style - me sleep with all!"

The old woman is mortified and sighs, "Oh dear..............."

"No deer," frowns the chief. "A$$ too high, run too fast."