It was autumn, and the Indians on the remote reservation asked their new Chief if the winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was an Indian Chief in a modern society, he had never been taught the old secrets, and when he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the hell the weather was going to be. Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he replied to his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the village should collect wood to be prepared.
Being a practical leader, after several days he got an idea. He went to the phone booth, called the National Weather Service and asked, "Is the coming winter going to be cold?"
"It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold indeed," the Meteorologist at the weather service responded. So the Chief went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.
One week later he called the National Weather Service again. "Is it going to be a very cold winter?" he asked. "Yes," the man at National Weather Service again replied, "it's going to be a very cold winter." The Chief again went back to his people and ordered them to collect every scrap of wood they could find.
Two weeks later he called the National Weather Service again. "Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?"
"Absolutely," the man replied. "It looks like it's going to be one of the coldest winters ever."
"How can you be so sure?" the Chief asked. The weatherman replied, "The Indians are collecting firewood like crazy".
and there,s more.....
It,s the way I smell em O/T
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Cornish Chris
Re: It,s the way I smell em O/T
Bloody Brilliant....its the way you tell em !!!!!
Cheers Cornish Chris.
Cheers Cornish Chris.
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Mildred
Re: It,s the way I smell em O/T
GEORGE!!!!!!!!!
Give it to me BIG BOY
OOOOHHHHHH GEORGE!!!!!!!!
GEORGE!!!....YOU GET BACK IN HERE
NOW!!!!!
Give it to me BIG BOY
OOOOHHHHHH GEORGE!!!!!!!!
GEORGE!!!....YOU GET BACK IN HERE
NOW!!!!!
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mike johnson
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Not quite as good as the old one where the Indian chief tells his tribe he has good news & bad news about the upcoming winter. The bad news is, they have nothing to eat but buffalo dung. The good news is, they have PLENTY of buffalo dung.Or, the one where the white men come upon the old Indian almost lying on the road, ear to the ground. He gives them a detailed description of a wagon. They say, "You can tell that just by listening to the ground?". He says, "Ran over me 20 minutes ago."