An attractive woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down. An Indian on horseback came along, and offered her a ride to a nearby town.
She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except that every few minutes the Indian would let out a "Y-e-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!", so loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills.
When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final "Y-e-e-e-e-h-a-a-a-a!" and rode off.
"What did you do to get that Indian so excited?" asked the service station attendant."
"Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn't fall off," the woman answered.
"Lady," the attendant said, "Indians don't use saddles
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I happen to know an Indian that uses a saddle...well, it's not really a saddle, it's more like a custom leather seat in his brand new sports car complete with three DVD players and five screens, spinning rims, and a sweet paint job.
Shit! So was it the Indian or the service station attendant who blabbed on me?
Indians love to hunt badgers....at least I hope so!
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