Barbra Walters was doing a documentary on the customs of some American Indians. After the tour of the reservation, she asked why the difference in the number of feathers in a headress. His reply was, "Me have only one squaw so me only have one feather."
She asked another brave, feeling the first fellow was putting her on. This brave had four feathers. He replied. "Me have four feathers, because me sleep with four squaws."
Still not convinced the number of feathers indicated the number of mates involved, she decided to interview the chief. Now the chief had a headress, full of feathers. Needless to say, this intrigued Ms. Walters.
She asked the chief, "Why do you have so many feathers in your headress?" The chief proudly pounded his chest and said, "Me chief, me fuck-em all."
Horrified. Ms. Walters said, "You aught to be hung!" The chief replied, "Damn right, me hung like buffalo."
Ms. Walters cried, "You don't have to be so hostile!" The chief replied, "Hoss-style, dog-style, hog-style, wolfstyle, any-style. Me fuck-em all!"
With tears in her eyes, Ms. Walters cried, "Oh dear!" The chief said, "No deer... me fuck no deer, assholes too high and the fuckers run too fast. No fuck-em deer."