القلب
24-08-2006, 03:45 PM
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun
in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the
other. He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up."
He gets the Indian a tall mug of 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. He has his shotgun
in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the
other. He walks up to the counter
and says to the waiter, "Me want coffee." The waiter
says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess
from yesterday. 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
shit, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for
rest of day."
in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the
other. He says to the waiter, "Me want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up."
He gets the Indian a tall mug of 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. He has his shotgun
in one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the
other. He walks up to the counter
and says to the waiter, "Me want coffee." The waiter
says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up your mess
from yesterday. 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
shit, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for
rest of day."