A year later Dave is in Nevada again and wanders into the same bar.
"Hey Dave, nice to see you old buddy. You in town for long?" said the barman. "No Hank, just a week, I arrived yesterday." replied Dave.
After a few beers Dave says to Hank "Say, what does a guy do for entertainment around these parts, for female company like."
The barman serves another customer then comes back to Dave. "Well, you go down the MH, that's the Main Highway. You get to the IR, that's the Indian Reservation, you find yourself a IS, that's an Indian Squaw, you go in the WW, that's the Wigwam and you have a GF, that's a - well you get the picture." Dave thanks him, settles his bill and leaves the bar.
The following night Hank is behind the bar again when the door opens and a guy hobbles in. His right leg and left arm are in plaster and he's supporting himself with a crutch. He's wearing a neck brace and a bandage covers the top of his head. He struggles to the bar and sits down.
"Jesus! Is that you Dave? Were you in a car wreck or something?" "No mate, I did exactly as you said. I went down the MH, that's the Main Highway, I got to the IR, thats the Indian Reservation, I got myself a real pretty IS, that's Indian Squaw, we went into the WW and just about to have a GF when in walks an FBI." "You mean the Federal Bureau of Investigation?" "No, a Flipping Big Indian!"
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