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| An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in
one hand and a bucket of buffalo manure in the other. He says to
the waiter, "Me want coffee."
The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up." He gets the Indian a tall mug of coffee...the Indian drinks it down in one gulp, picks up the bucket, throws the manure into the air and blasts it with the shotgun, then saunters out. About a week later the Indian returns. He has his shotgun in one hand and another bucket of manure in the other. He walks up to the counter and says, "Me want coffee." The waiter says, "Whoa Tonto, hold on here. We're still cleaning up your mess from the last time you were in here. What the hell was that all about anyway?" The Indian reply's, "Me in training for Executive Management job. Me drink your coffee, shoot the shit and then disappear for a few days."
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