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Originally posted by Bytemite:
Mostly we make bird calls and hit each other with sticks.

Family reunions are interesting, and require liberal application of mud, branches, and running the hell away.

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Originally posted by Bytemite:
Mostly we make bird calls and hit each other with sticks.

Family reunions are interesting, and require liberal application of mud, branches, and running the hell away.

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Originally posted by Niki2:Aw, c'mon, you all gotta have 'em. Think about it...what do you rattle off to friends or family which they understand immediately and chortle too but would go right over the heads of others?

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Originally posted by Niki2:
Semi-quote from "Little Big Man"..."Too late, Na-than, we get drunk, go hunt buffallo".

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Pony That Walks: Nathan! Nathan! I am a Christian. Hallelujah. Old friend me. Long time. Long time.

Nathan Brittles: I come in peace, Pony That Walks.

Pony That Walks: Take salt, Nathan. Take salt. Smoke pipe. Good, good.

Nathan Brittles: Pony That Walks, my heart is sad at what I see. Your young men painted for war. Their scalp knives red. The medicine drums talking. It is a bad thing.

Pony That Walks: A bad thing, Nathan. Many will die. My young men. Your young men. No good. No good.

Nathan Brittles: We must stop this war.

Pony That Walks: Too late, Nathan. Young men do not listen to me. They listen to big medicine. Yellow hair. Custer dead. Buffalo come back, great sign. Too late, Nathan. You will come with me. Hunt buffalo together. Smoke many pipes. We are too old for war.

Nathan Brittles: Yes, we are too old for war... but old men must stop wars.

Pony That Walks: Too late, too late. Many squaws will sing the death songs. Many lodges will be empty. You come with me. We hunt buffalo, get drunk together. Hallelujah, hallelujah!

Nathan Brittles: No, old friend, I must go. I go far away.

Pony That Walks: Then, Nathan, my brother... go in peace.

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