This is an
old joke that I felt
should be represented somewhere in here. Since I couldn't
find it, here it is:
Three
Indian women are sitting around in their
tipi, just
shooting the breeze. The first woman points to the
hide she's sitting on and says, "See this hide? My son killed this bear with his own
two hands. It's worth quite a bit." The second
woman nods, and points to the hide she's sitting on. "This is a
bear hide, too, and MY son killed it with his own hands as well. I imagine it's worth at least as much as yours."
Finally, the third, and oldest, woman speaks up. "See this hide?" she
cackles. "This is a
hippopatamus hide! I killed this
hippo with MY own two hands, and it's worth
easily what both those bear hides are worth
together."
And of course, the
moral of the story is:
The squaw on the hippopatamus is equal to the sons of the squaws on the other two hides.