A man walked into the bar. As he waited for his drink, he noticed a gorgeous young Indian girl sipping a soft drink at the other end of the bar. He told the bartender to give her a real drink. The bartender replied, "I can't. The C.P. would be on my ass."
"What's the C.P.?"
"City Police."
The man finished his drink and ordered another. Again, he asked the bartender to give the Indian girl a real drink, but this time the bartender said, "I can't. The S.P. would shut me down."
"What's the S.P.?"
"State Police."
Just then the Indian girl got up an walked out of the bar. The man hurried out after her. An hour later, he staggered back into the bar, his clothes covered with blood, his nose broken.
"The F.B.I. got me!" the man moaned.
"What do you mean the F.B.I?" the bartender asked.
"A F**king Big Indian!"
"What's the C.P.?"
"City Police."
The man finished his drink and ordered another. Again, he asked the bartender to give the Indian girl a real drink, but this time the bartender said, "I can't. The S.P. would shut me down."
"What's the S.P.?"
"State Police."
Just then the Indian girl got up an walked out of the bar. The man hurried out after her. An hour later, he staggered back into the bar, his clothes covered with blood, his nose broken.
"The F.B.I. got me!" the man moaned.
"What do you mean the F.B.I?" the bartender asked.
"A F**king Big Indian!"
