Riding with an Indian
deathmetal
Published
06/10/2008
A 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-h-a-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-h-a-a-a-a!" and rode off. "What did you do
to get that Indian so excited?" asked the Service-station
attendant. "Nothing," the woman answered. "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." "Lady," the attendant said ,
"Indians don't use saddles."
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-h-a-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-h-a-a-a-a!" and rode off. "What did you do
to get that Indian so excited?" asked the Service-station
attendant. "Nothing," the woman answered. "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." "Lady," the attendant said ,
"Indians don't use saddles."
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