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It was the days of the Old West, and an Indian brave wondered into town. He finally found his way to the local cat house and approached the Madam who ran the place.
“Me wantum woman.”
The Madam was dubious, and quickly asked if he had any money. When he replied no she explained the concept of the cat house and told him. “Get some money, chief, and then you get a woman.”
So the Indian left and returned a few days later. “Me gottum money, me wantum woman.”
Still concerned as she stared at this supposed savage, the Madam debated silently then spoke. “My girls are experienced, do you have any experience?”
The Indian admitted he did not. “Well, go out and find a fence or a tree with knothole and get you some experience. Then we’ll see what we can do for you.” So the Indian was sent away to get some experience. Several weeks later he returned.
“Me gottum money, me gottum plenty experience, me wantum woman.”
With a sigh, seeing no other way to put him off, the Madam reluctantly agreed. One of the girls took the Indian upstairs to a small bedroom and proceeded to disrobe. Suddenly, when her back was turned, she felt a hard smack across her backside. She screamed and spun around to find the man holding a wooden board. She yelled, asking what in hell he thought he was doing.
“Me checkum for bees.”
“Me wantum woman.”
The Madam was dubious, and quickly asked if he had any money. When he replied no she explained the concept of the cat house and told him. “Get some money, chief, and then you get a woman.”
So the Indian left and returned a few days later. “Me gottum money, me wantum woman.”
Still concerned as she stared at this supposed savage, the Madam debated silently then spoke. “My girls are experienced, do you have any experience?”
The Indian admitted he did not. “Well, go out and find a fence or a tree with knothole and get you some experience. Then we’ll see what we can do for you.” So the Indian was sent away to get some experience. Several weeks later he returned.
“Me gottum money, me gottum plenty experience, me wantum woman.”
With a sigh, seeing no other way to put him off, the Madam reluctantly agreed. One of the girls took the Indian upstairs to a small bedroom and proceeded to disrobe. Suddenly, when her back was turned, she felt a hard smack across her backside. She screamed and spun around to find the man holding a wooden board. She yelled, asking what in hell he thought he was doing.
“Me checkum for bees.”