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This week’s edition starts off with this one from my mother:

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 everywhere and 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 position in United States Congress: Come in, drink coffee, shoot the bull, leave mess for others to clean up, disappear for rest of day.”

This funny is courtesy of Kathy:

Last Tuesday President Obama got off the helicopter in front of The White House carrying a baby piglet under each arm. The squared-away Marine guard snapped to attention, saluted and said, “Nice pigs, Sir.”

The President replied: “These are not pigs. These are authentic Arkansas Razorback Hogs. I got one for Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, and I got one for Speaker of the House Nancy Pelosi.”

The squared-away Marine again snapped to attention, salutes and said, “Excellent trade, Sir!”