magicray wrote:
Must be a great conversation piece.
Reminds me of an old joke. I'll keep it short.
A young Indian Brave asked his father White Cloud how Indians were named. His father said "Well son, when I was born, your grandmother looked out the teepee and saw a beautiful white cloud in the sky. When your mother Delicate Snowflake was born her mother looked outside teepee and saw beautiful flakes of snow falling from the sky. Why do you ask, Two butterflies Screwing?"