The curator of an art gallery asked an artist for a painting depicting General Custers last thoughts.

Two weeks later, the artist unveiled the painting, an enormous canvas with a lovely blue lake painted in its center, with a fish leaping from the water with a shining halo around its head. On the shores of the lake were the most detailed pictures of Indians fornicating.

After gaping at the painting for some time, the enraged curator demanded to know what the theme was supposed to be.

The artist said, You asked for a painting of Custers last thoughts, he explained. Thats it. Custer was thinking, Holy mackerel, where did all those fucking Indians come from?