A famous woman reporter was doing a television 
documentary on the lifestyles of American
Indians.  After touring the reservation, 
the lady became curious about the varying 
number of feathers that different headdresses 
sported.  She asked a young buck what his 
single feather meant.

"Me only have one feather because me only have 
one squaw," he said.  The reporter, thinking 
the brave was joking, asked another brave who 
had four feathers.  "Me have four feathers
because me sleep with four squaws," he said.

Still not convinced that the number of feathers 
indicated the number of mates,she decided to 
interview the chief.  The chief had a headdress 
full of feathers.  She asked, "Why do you have so 
many feathers chief?"  He pounded his chest and 
exclaimed, "Me chief.  Me fuck 'em all-- big,
small, fat, tall, Me fuck 'em all!"

Mortified the reporter screamed, "You ought to 
be hung!"  The chief angrily replied, "You damned
right,  I'm hung like buffalo."  The lady cried, 
"You don't have to be so damned hostile."  The
chief said, "Horse style, dog style, wolf style, 
any style.  Me fuck 'em all."

Tears in her eyes, the reporter said, "Oh dear."  
To which the chief replied, "Uh, no deer.  Me
fuck 'em no deer.  Asshole too tight, and the 
fuckers run too fast."