An Indian walks into a cafe with a shotgun in one hand
pulling a male buffalo with the other. He says to the
waiter, "Want coffee."

The waiter says, "Sure chief, coming right up." He gets
the Indian a tall mug of coffee. The Indian drinks the
coffee down in one gulp, turns and blasts the buffalo
with the shotgun, causing parts of the animal to splatter
every where, then just walks out.

The next morning the Indian returns. He has his shotgun
in one hand pulling another male buffalo with the other.
He walks up to the counter and says to the waiter, "Want
coffee."

The waiter says, "Whoa, Tonto! We're still cleaning up
your mess from yesterday. What was all that about, anyway?"

The Indian smiles and proudly says, "Training for upper
management position in United States Government: Come in,
drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to
clean up, disappear for rest of day

This is a racist joke that insults Indians. Everyone knows that an Indian would use a 45-70!

But he wants a job in the Goverment. and everyone knows the Goverment uses what they get from the cheapest bidder not whats best.

Deep Space Hunter:

- I wish to disassociate myself from any suggestion that I regard the 45-70 as a suitable cartridge for anything except shooting buffalo at close range in a bar! Otherwise, I say that I want a hammer and a stake to bury this cartridge - once and for all! It's like a damn vampire! It keeps coming back from the dead! This is all your fault, Deep Space Hunter! You got me worked up!

Gerry-
why dont you tell us how you really feel about the 45-70.

Deep Space Hunter:

Hey, pi$$ off - it's my joke, and I like the 45/70! Besdies, if I tell it again he's going to be using a bazooka - or maybe an RPG (Damn, I hate those things!) if I want him to!

TrapperP

If I knew how old you are I could respond properly to your remarks about the RPG.

Back in the days when dinosaurs walked the earth, I was introduced to the RPG of those days. It involved placing either a frag or an AP (armor piercing) grenade on what was called a "launcher" on the muzzle of an M1 rifle. A blank cartidge in the chamber discharged the contraption. We recruits were terrified of the AP because if it fell off the launcher ( a not altogether unlikely possibility) and if it hit the ground, nose first, would explode instantly. ( The frag grenades, although you had to pull the pin as it was seated on the launcher would not explode because the launcher held down the spring)

Anyway, in old age, I too hate the RPG. Hope this helps.