An Indian walks into a cafe
with a shotgun in one hand pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter, "Want coffee."
Waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up."
The Indian drinks the coffee in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter everywhere, and then 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, "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Whoa! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was that all about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and says proudly, "Me training for upper management position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day." This entry was posted by the Cat, on Saturday, January 01, 2005.
Waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up."
The Indian drinks the coffee in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of animal to splatter everywhere, and then 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, "Want coffee."
The waiter says, "Whoa! We're still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was that all about, anyway?"
The Indian smiles and says proudly, "Me training for upper management position: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day." This entry was posted by the Cat, on Saturday, January 01, 2005.
