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Barbara Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of American Indians. After touring their reservation, she was curious about the number of feathers in the headdresses.
She approached one brave, who only had one feather in his headdress, and asked, "Why is there a difference in the number of feathers in the headdresses?"
"One feather, one squaw," he replied.
Thinking he must be joking, she asked another brave the same question. This brave had five feathers in his headdress. "Five feathers, five squaws," he replied.
Still not convinced that the number of feathers really indicated the number of squaws involved, Barbara decided to interview the Chief. Now the Chief had a headdress full of feathers which, needless to say, amused her.
"Chief, why do you have so many feathers in your headdress?" asked Ms. Walters.
Pounding his chest proudly, the Chief replied, "Me Chief. Me fuck-em all. Big, small, fat, tall, me more...

one day, there were 3 brave men that wanted to see who was the bravest of them. they all stayed one night in a haunted house, to see who was the bravest. the 1st one went to the 3rd floor and heard "we are the pirates of the carribean sea!" he got scared and jumped out the window to safety.[not so brave, huh? ] the 2nd one went to the 2nd floor and heard the same thing. "We are the pirates of the carribean sea." he got scared too, so he jumped out to safety. the bravest one, heard it on the 1st floor more louder. "WE are the pirates of the carribean sea!" he went closer and closer to a bathroom. he went in and found the toilet seat open. when he looked in, there were 3 ants floating on a piece of poo going "WE are the pirates of the carribean sea!

When I was a child my family used to sometimes take our vacations, in British Columbia. In those days all Canadians appreciated their American neighbors. We had a favorite place to visit, mostly because of the fine fishing. It was at a Lake that was about 30 miles long and a 1/2 mile wide.

While we were around our campfire in the evening the local Indians would go from camp to camp selling their wares. They would also tell of the Legends of the area. This one Legend always stuck in my mind.

It seemed that on this particular Lake two Indian Tribes made their homes. They were, however, at War, with one another from years before.

There was an Indian Maiden in one Camp who was in love with a young Brave in the other Camp. They used to stand, on the shore, each on their respective side of the Lake, and chant Indian love calls to each other... even though they were warned by their Chiefs that nothing could ever come of it. One day they just could not stand more...

Santa: My dad was an extremely brave man. He once entered a lion's cage.
Banta: He probably got a lot of applause ven he got out.
Santa: I didn't say he got out.

A rugby referee died and went to heaven. Stopped by St Peter at the gates he was told that only brave people who had performed heroic deeds and had the courage of their convictions could enter. If the ref could describe a situation in his life where he had shown these characteristics, he would be allowed in.
"Well," said the ref, "I was reffing a game between the Queensland Reds and New South Wales Waraths at Suncorp Stadium. Queensland were 2 points ahead, 1 minute to go. The New South Wales wing made a break, passed inside to his lock. The lock was driven on by his forwards, passed out to the flanker who ducked blind and went over in the corner. However, the flanker dropped the ball before he could ground it, and as New South Wales were clearly the better side all game, I ruled that he had dropped the ball down, not forward, and awarded the try."
"OK, that was fairly brave of you, but I will have to check it in the book." says Peter, and more...