In article >,
"Lefty" > wrote:

> In 1890, two guys were in town getting supplies for their prospecting camp
> when they saw an old Indian sitting on a stoop. One guy recognized him and
> said "See that old Indian over there, he has the world's best memory." The
> other guy seemed skeptical of this, so as they approached the Indian the guy
> said "Go ahead, ask him anything and see if he remembers it". All he could
> think of was "What did you have for breakfast on December 12, 1865" to which
> the Indian replied "Bacon and eggs". The guy was still skeptical, saying,
> "I'm not convinced. Maybe he eats that everyday for breakfast anyway."
>
> 30 years later the guys were paddling along on a lake and saw an Indian
> camp. The skeptical guy said "Hey, there's that Indian we saw in town." He
> waved and called, "HOW".
>
> The Indian replied "Scrambled."

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