An Ind*ian walks into a cafe with a shotg*un in one hand and pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the waiter:
The waiter says, “Sure, Chief. Coming right up.”
He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee . . .
The Indian drinks the coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter everywhere and then just walks out.
The next morning the Ind*ian returns.
He has his shotg*un in one hand, pulling another male buffalo with the other.
He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter:
The waiter says, “Whoa, Tonto!
We’re still cleaning up your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?”
The Ind*ian smiles and proudly says,
“Training for a position in United States Congress . . . Come in, drink coffee, sho*ot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.”