THE GIRL AND THE INDIAN
The shapely city girl was driving in the desert when the car ran out of fuel. Luckily an Indian just rode by and he offered to give her a ride on his mount to the nearest gas station. Every few minutes the Indian let out a tremendous hoo. When they reached their destination, the girl dismounted and the Indian, after letting out another tremendous yoo-hoo, rode away.
“My God!” - said the gas station attendant. “What did you do to that Indian that he shouted so mightily?”
“Nothing that I know of,” - answered the girl. “With one hand I embraced his waist and with the other held on to his saddle’s horn.”
“My dear lady, Indians don’t use saddles.”
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