🤭 Big Fart, No Chief
There once was a tribal chief who just couldn’t pass gas—no matter how hard he tried.
So he sends his loyal messenger boy to the doctor and says,
“Big Chief, no fart.”
The doc hands over a single can of beans and says,
“Come back tomorrow, tell me what happens.”
Next day, the boy returns:
“Big Chief, no fart.”
So the doc ups the dose—10 cans of beans.
The next day:
“Big Chief, no fart.”
Now the doc’s getting worried. He sends him off with 100 cans.
Still, the next day:
“Big Chief, no fart.”
Frustrated, the doctor says,
“Alright, this is it. Give him 1,000 cans. If this doesn’t work, nothing will.”
Next day, the messenger walks in slowly… face pale… eyes wide.
The doc leans in:
“Well?! Did it work?”
The boy sighs and says,
“Big fart… no Chief.” 😵💨
❄️ The Chief and the Weatherman
It was autumn on the reservation, and the tribe asked their new Chief if the winter would be mild or brutal.
Problem was… the Chief was new-school. College-educated. Knew Excel, not elk signs. He had no idea how to read the sky.
So he played it safe:
“Better start gathering firewood. Winter’s gonna be cold.”
A few days later, just to be sure, he calls the National Weather Service:
“Hey, is this winter looking cold?”
“Absolutely,” they reply. “Looks like a cold one!”
He goes back to the tribe:
“Pile up even more wood!”
A week later, he calls again.
“Are we talking very cold?”
“Yes sir, colder than usual!”
Back to the tribe:
“Double down. Gather everything that burns.”
Another two weeks pass. He calls one last time:
“Are you 100% sure it’ll be freezing this winter?”
The meteorologist says:
“Totally. One of the coldest ever.”
The Chief, curious now, asks:
“How can you be so sure?”
The guy says:
“The Indians are gathering wood like crazy!” 🤦♂️🔥
