Ok, so an Indian walks into a whorehouse.....walks up to the counter and says me wantum p$%%y. The lady behind the counter asks.....got any money?........he pulls a big wad of money out and says....me gottem money......she then asks........do you have any experience?........his shoulders drop along with his eyes straight to the floor........me no experience...... she tells him.....here's wat you do Indian......go out of town, take the trail to the river, go to the fork in the river and there's a tree...with a hole in it....you're height and everything....you go wail on that a while, and come back and see us......Indian replied.....ok....took his cash and left....... a week later, the Indian comes back, chest out head high......walks up to the counter, and demands.......me wantum p$%%y.......the same lady asks for cash, and of course he produces it.....then she asks......ya got any experience.......well he sticks his chest out and says......yes, me gottum experience.....she takes his money and points him down the hall..........a few minutes go by and theft woman hears some awful screaming....... suddenly the Indian comes by, chasing a screaming, crying whore with a broomstick.....the woman grabs the Indian and says.......what the hell are you doing Indian..,....to which he exclaims.....me checkum hole for bees!