Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American Indians.
After a tour of the reservation they were on, she asked what the difference in the number of feathers in the headdresses was.
She asked a brave who had only one feather in his headdress.
His reply was:
- Me have only one squaw, me have only one feather.
She asked another brave, feeling the first fellow was only joking. This brave had four feathers in his headdress.
He replied:
- Ugh, me have four feathers because me sleep with four squaws.
Still not convinced that the number of feathers indicated the number of squaws involved, she decided to interview the chief.
Now, the chief's headdress was full of feathers which, needless to say, amused Ms.Walters. She asked the chief:
- Why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?
The chief proudly pounded his chest and said:
- Me Chief, Me f**k-em all, big, small, fat, tall, me f**k-em all.
Horrified, Ms. Walters stated:
- You ought to be hung.
- You damned right me hung.... Big like Buffalo, long like Snake!
Ms. Walters cried:
- You don't have to be so goddamn hostile!
- Hoss'style, dog-style, wolf-style, any-style, me f**k-em all!
Tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters cried:
- OH DEAR.
- No Deer... me no f**k deer... A**hole too high, and f**kers run too fast. No f**k deer.