The Poor Indian
Once upon a time,
there was an Indian who wanted to have sex with the village prostitute, but he
didn’t have any wampum. All he had was a
bushel of corn. But he decided to try,
anyway.
He went to the
prostitute’s teepee and knocked.
She said, “Come
in.”
He entered and
said, “I need your services, but all I don’t have any wampum. All I have is a bushel of corn.”
She thought a
moment, then she said, “Okay. Go get the
corn.”
The Indian hurried
to his teepee, got the bushel of corn and hurried back to the prostitute’s
teepee. When he got there, he knocked,
again.
She said, “Come on
in.”
So he entered and
set the corn beside the doorway. Then
when he turned around, he saw, to his delight, that the squaw was already
undressed. But, oddly enough, she was
lying on her stomach.
He walked over and
said, “How come you’re on your stomach.”
The squaw pointed to
her pussy and said, “Wampum hole.” Then
she pointed to her backside and said, “Corn hole.”
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