A young man is sitting on a grey hound bus. It is a redeye bus and there are only a couple people that are taking this 7 and a half hour trip on a Friday night.

About four hours into the trip the man decides that he needs to tak a piss. He gets up and makes his way quietly down the corridor to the back of the bus where the lavatory is. He enters the room, shuts the door, and begins to unzip his pants. He grips his warm, throbbing penis. He begins to do his business.

Suddenly the bus makes a violent swerve to the right, followed by a hard jerk forward. The mans piss is flying every where. The bus is now jumping up and down, back and forth. The man can barely stand let alone hit the bowl. By now he is covered in his own urine, but he's still not done. And everyone knows once you start you cannot stop. The bus is still rocking violently when all of a sudden there is one large bump accompanied with a echoing bang. The bus now seems to be slowing down, and eventually seems to be on safe ground again. The man finishes his duty, washes his hands and leaves the washroom, which by now is flooded with this mans piss.

The man, dripping and smelling terrible, makes his way up to the front of the bus. He looks at the driver and shouts angrily, "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT, I GO TO THE BATHROOM AND ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BUS BECOMES A ROLLER COASTER, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED."

The driver calmly looks at the man and says apologetically , "I'm sorry sir, but we hit an indian."

The man is confused and says "Yea, but there was a hell of a lot more bumbs than if we hit just one indian!"

The driver looks back at the man and states proudly "Oh, well of course! We had to cross a field to get him!"