Fuck 'em All

Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American Indians.
After the tour of a reservation, she was curious about the number of
feathers in the headdresses. She asked a brave who had only one feather in
his headdress. His reply was, "one feather, one squaw."

She asked another brave, feeling the first was only joking. This brave had
four feathers in his headdress. He replied, "four feathers, 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 had a
headdress full of feathers which, needless to say, amused Ms. Walters.

Ms. W: "Why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?"

Chief: "Me Chief, fuck-em all, big, small, fat, tall, fuck-em all."

Ms. W: "You ought to be hung!"

Chief: "Damned right, me hung. Big like buffalo, long like snake."

Ms. W: "You don't have to be so hostile!"

Chief: "Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any-style, fuck-em all."

Ms. W: "Oh, dear!"

Chief: "No deer. Bum too high, run too fast."