Once upon a time, out in Wyoming, an Indian named Cat Laughing had a father who was a good singer of range ballads and he was known throughout the Western territories as Cat's Pa. "Why are you called that?--she said. And he answered, "Cause it'd've been dumb to call me "Huutspah" (or however that yiddish word is spelled)!! Now, she always thought that Native-Americans got there names by what their mothers saw first after giving birth. That's why one of her brothers was named Two Dogs F...... "Wait a minute" she yelled. "I ain't gonna touch that with a ten foot Polish person." "Where the hell is this diatribe going?" "Well, if the tribe needs to loose weight, a diet tribe might do the trick."
"And, yes, The squaw of the hippopotamus is equal to the sums of the squaws of the other two hides !" She resonded with that old cowboy line and all-around good pun:
"Haifa lootin', Newton shootin', son of a nun from Barcelona, part time plowboy, Joe."

"This is dumb"--she said. And I agreed. So we all rode into the sunset...

Art Thieme