Woooo, woooo, woooo

[SamuraiJack]

Two Red Indians and an Irishman were walking through the woods. All of
a sudden one of the Red Indians ran up a hill to the mouth of a small
cave.
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!' he called into the cave and listened closely
until he heard an answering,
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Woooooo!
He then tore off his clothes and ran into the cave.

The Irishman was puzzled and asked the remaining Indian what it was all
about,.
'Was the other Indian crazy or what?'
The Indian replied 'No, It is our custom during mating season when
Indian men see cave, they holler
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!' into the opening. If they get an answer back,
it means there's a beautiful squaw in there waiting for us.
Just then they came upon another cave.
The second Indian ran up to the cave, stopped, and hollered,
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!'
Immediately, there was the answer.
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!' from deep inside.
He also tore off his clothes and ran into the opening.

The Irishman wandered around in the woods alone for a while, and then
spied a third large cave.
As he looked in amazement at the size of the huge opening, he was thinking,
'Hoo, man! Look at the size of this cave! It is bigger than those the
Indians found.
There must be some really big, fine women in this cave!'
He stood in front of the opening and hollered with all his might
'Wooooo! Wooooo! Wooooo!' Like the others, he then heard an answering
call, 'WOOOOOOOOO, WOOOOOOOOO WOOOOOOOOO!'
With a gleam in his eye and a smile on his face, he raced into the
cave,tearing off his clothes as he ran.

The following day, the headline of the local newspaper
read...............



NAKED IRISHMAN RUN OVER BY TRAIN!!!

 

[GorbalsRazor]

Pat and Mick emigrate to the wild west. They're a bit down on their luck, and are looking at the advertisements for work.
"What about this one Pat? Tree-Fellers wanted?"
"Jesus, no! There's only two of us!"

"Well what about this: Indian hunters, $100 per scalp"
"That might just work Mick!"

So they head out into the wilderness to hunt Indians.
As evening approaches they spot a lone brave, and follow him down a small gully.
They pounce on him, Mick holds him down, and Pat lifts his Axe.
Something catches his eye, and he looks up to the top of the gully.
To the North he sees 100 Indian braves, armed to the teeth.
He looks behind him, and sees another 100 fierce warriors on the South side.

The axe slips from his hands, and he hisses: "Mick! Mick! Sweet Jesus, Mick!...

We're going to be millionaires!"