Lost Blonde
 

An attractive blonde woman from New York was driving through a remote part of Arizona when her car broke down. An American Indian on horseback came along and offered her a ride to a nearby town. She climbed up behind him on the horse and they rode off. The ride was uneventful, except
that every few minutes the Indian would let out a "Ye-e-e-e-ha-a-a-a" so
loud that it echoed from the surrounding hills. When they arrived in town,
he let her off at the local service station, yelled one final "Ye-e-e-e
ha-a-a-a!" and rode off.

"What did you do to get that Indian so excited?"
asked the service-station attendant.

"Nothing. I merely sat behind him on the horse, put
my arms around his waist, and held onto the saddle horn so I wouldn't fall
off," the woman answered.

"Lady," the attendant said, "Indians don't use saddles

Flanker,

Not much work on today then mate?? :lol:

Cheers!

Scott

Are we there yet?

We are.

You're not :frog:

Cheers!

Scott

damn!