Tonto's revenge...

The Loony Bin ( loonies@bloodaxe.demon.co.uk )
Wed, 30 Jul 1997 18:56:20 +0100


Hiya Folks...

Watch out what you hold on to...

Wishes & Dreams...

- ANDREA
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  ------- Forwarded foolishness follows -------

An attractive woman from New York was driving through a remote part
of Texas when her car broke down.  An Indian on horseback came along
and offered her a ride to a nearby town.  She climbed up behind him
on the horse and they rode off.  The ride was uneventful except that
every few minutes the Indian would let out a whoop so loud that it
would echo from the surrounding hills. 

When they arrived in town, he let her off at the local service-station,
yelled one final, "Yahoo!" and rode off.

"What did you do to get that Indian so excited?" asked the service
station attendant. 

"Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put my arms 
around his waist, and held onto his saddle horn so I wouldn't fall
off." 

"Lady," the attendant said, "Indians ride bareback"

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Two Irish guys are on holiday in Calcutta. They're walking through a
market place and see an old woman wandering around talking to some of
the beggars.

"Hey, is that Mother Theresa?" asks one.
"I don't know...maybe it is..." replies the other. "Do you think so?"
"Maybe," says the first. "Let's go ask her."

So they walk up to her, one puts his hand on her shoulder to get her
attention and asks "Excuse me, love, are you Mother Theresa?"

She goes mad. "Get your fucking hand off me you dirty bastard. How
dare you touch me! Fuck off, piss off, just fuck off" and she runs
away.

"Why did you have to touch her you idiot." says the other Irish guy.
"Now we'll never know if that was Mother Theresa!"