Lets chill out a little today, friends. A little humor can be the elixir of life. Lets laugh at ourselves!
Keeping to my desired intention to add a little humor once more and deciding to kick political correctness all the way to the toilet of the American White House, not the old white house around the corner down by the park with all those overgrown trees and bushes - lets have another joke dear friends!
There were three Indian squaws, probably related to the chief in last weeks story. One slept on a deerskin, one slept on an elk skin and the third slept on a hippopotamus skin. All became pregnant and the first two had a baby boy. The one who slept on the hippopotamus skin had twin boys.
This goes to prove that sons of the squaw on the hippopotamus are equal to the sons of the squaws on the other two hides.
As the chief said in my story of last week,the thong has long ended but the malady is still lingering on.
But later the chief rushed into the tent of the medicine man and shouted, "I'm shrinking!" The medicine man replied calmly, Now settle down. You'll just have to be a little patient."
In the morning the chief, the medicine man, the squaws and their sons all rode off to the Little Big Horn!