A female reporter, interviewing an American Indian chief, asked the significance of the varied number of feathers in Indian headdresses.
“Feathers show number of sexual partners,” the chief replied.
Indicating a nearby young brave, he continued, “Him? One woman; one feather. Him?” Pointing to a second, older man, “Three women, three feathers.”
The reporter looked at the Chief’s headdress. “But you have so many feathers!”
The Chief proudly slapped his chest. “Me Chief. Sleep with all women. Big, small, fat, tall.”
Horrified, the female reporter said, “You ought to be hung!”
The Chief said, “darn right. Me hung big like buffalo, long like snake.”
The offended reporter said, “You don’t have to be so hostile!”
The Chief replied, “Hoss-style, dog-style, wolf-style, any style!”
The reporter cried, “Oh, dear!”
“No deer”, said the Chief. “Back too high, run too fast!”
This joke is over 30 years old and my feathers oreddy covered with cobweb>LOL
lol.. chickens are super horny then..