An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male
buffalo with 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.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the
buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter
everywhere, then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand,
pulling another male buffalo with 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 was all that about, anyway?" (hang on, this is really good......)
The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for upper management
position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."
Funny, but has alot of truth to it I thought!
An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male
buffalo with 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.
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the
buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter
everywhere, then just walks out.
The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand,
pulling another male buffalo with 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 was all that about, anyway?" (hang on, this is really good......)
The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Me training for upper management
position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day."
Share this post
Link to post
Share on other sites