An Indian walks into a bar with a shotgun in one hand and a bucket full of **** in the other. He says to the bartender, “Me want beer.”
The bartender says, “ Sure chief, coming right up.” He gets the Indian a tall draft beer and he drinks it down in one gulp. The Indian then picks up the bucket of ****, throws it into the air and blasts it with the shotgun. Then, he walks out.
Four days later, the Indian comes back. He has a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of **** in the other. He walks up to the bar and says to the bartender, “Me want beer.”
The bartender says “Whoa, Tonto, we’re still cleaning up from the last time you were in here. What was that all about, anyway?”
The Indian says, “Me in training to be a TRADER: drink beer, shoot ****, disappear for days.”
The bartender says, “ Sure chief, coming right up.” He gets the Indian a tall draft beer and he drinks it down in one gulp. The Indian then picks up the bucket of ****, throws it into the air and blasts it with the shotgun. Then, he walks out.
Four days later, the Indian comes back. He has a shotgun in one hand and a bucket of **** in the other. He walks up to the bar and says to the bartender, “Me want beer.”
The bartender says “Whoa, Tonto, we’re still cleaning up from the last time you were in here. What was that all about, anyway?”
The Indian says, “Me in training to be a TRADER: drink beer, shoot ****, disappear for days.”
