This came from my father in-law.
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of horse droppings in the other.He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee." The waiter says, "OK Chief, coming right up." He gets the Indian a Large coffee, and the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket of manure, throws it into the air, blasts it with the shotgun, then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns.Again he has his shotgun in one hand and a bucket of horse manure in the other.He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Me want coffee".
The waiter says, "Whoa, Chief. We're still cleaning up your mess from the last time you were here. What the heck was all that about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for upper management
position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot s**t, leave mess for others to
clean up, disappear for rest of day." !
Before anyone flames for telling indian jokes my father in-law is Metis. Ever notice that some of the better ethic jokes come from the ethnic group they are about?
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