The Indian Sun Dial

A man is out hiking through the woods one day when he comes into a small clearing and sees an Indian laying buck naked, sprawled out on his back with an erection.

He asks the Indian, "What the hell are you doing?" To which the Indian replies, "Me telling time." The man can't believe it and continues on his way.

A few minutes down the trail, he happens upon another Indian doing the same thing. "You telling time, too?" he asks. "Yep" says the Indian, as he stares intently at the shadow, trying to figure out what angle the sun is at. The man hikes on.

A few minutes later, he finds yet another Indian, this one just as naked, but sitting behind a tree making curious motions with his right arm. The man can't believe it. "What is going on here?!"

The Indian looks over at him: "Me winding my watch."
Author: Rocker

The Indian Sun Dial

A man is out hiking through the woods one day when he comes into a small clearing and sees an Indian laying buck naked, sprawled out on his back with an erection.

He asks the Indian, "What the hell are you doing?" To which the Indian replies, "Me telling time." The man can't believe it and continues on his way.

A few minutes down the trail, he happens upon another Indian doing the same thing. "You telling time, too?" he asks. "Yep" says the Indian, as he stares intently at the shadow, trying to figure out what angle the sun is at. The man hikes on.

A few minutes later, he finds yet another Indian, this one just as naked, but sitting behind a tree making curious motions with his right arm. The man can't believe it. "What is going on here?!"

The Indian looks over at him: "Me winding my watch."
Author: Rocker