It was for a bunch of us in my age group......

There was a highway engineer who was surveying a new road out west. The route he picked ran right through an Indian reservation. In fact, right throug the chief's teepee, that would be Chief Bawas.

So the engineer went up to the brave outside the chief's teepee and told him of his plight, and that he wanted to negotiate the terms of an agreement that would allow him to use his preferred route, right through the chief's teepee.

The brave went inside the teepee for a little while, and when he emereged he said...

"Chief Bawas no move!"

Now the engineer mis-heard what the brave said and thought he was talking about the chief's medical condition. So he told the brave that the chief should see a doctor.

The chief went to see a doctor and said, "Bawas no move." The doctor gave him some laxitive pills and sent him on his way.

A little while later the engineer came back and asked the brave if the chief had re-considered his offer. The brave again went into the chief's tent, and when he emerged said,

"Chief Bawas still no move."

This alarmed the engineer and again he said the chief should see the doctor again. So he did, told the doctor "Bawas still no move" and came out with a whole box of laxitive pills.

Another week or two passed and the scenario was played out again.

"Bawas no move"
"See a doctor"
And this time the doctor sent the chief home with a whole case of laxitives.

And again...this time the chief left with a wheelbarrow full of laxitives.

Finally, the engineer came back and again asked the brave if he could route the road through the chief's tent.

The brave replied,

"Chief Bawas gotta move. Teepee full of shit."