The joke is that we shanked a bunch of Native Americans after accepting their generous gifts of wampum and other shiny shit.
What a bunch of assholes who stepped off the Nina, the Pinta, and the Santa Maria, huh?
I have to admit, heading back to Spain and telling everyone you conquered the shit out of an entire continent’s worth of people would be pretty badass.
What kind of trash talk went on during the battles with the Native Americans? That’s the part of history that I want to know.
It must have been hard to talk shit about other people if you can’t understand their language. Of course, the classic, “WUAAHHHHHLALALALALALALAAAAAAAAA” coming from a screaming, naked native perched atop a trained buffalo is pretty much universal for, “I’m going to fuck you up.”
I actually used that same method to get myself out of a sticky situation once:
I was on my way back from a party at around 3 am one night in college, alone (haha, classic!). I was shuffling along, minding my own business, when I hear a couple boisterous (i.e. drunk) voices coming up behind me. I didn’t think much of it until one of them shouted,
Now, I’m all for taking someone down a few pegs via verbal assault, but I was tired, I was drunk, and I wanted to go home.
So, I turned around to face the two behind me, who were now about ten feet away.
The second I made eye contact with Fuckboy #1, I let loose.
I screamed louder than a fucking bison in a swamp, directly into this kid’s face. Spit flew out, my vocal chords almost snapped in half, and both of the kids almost had heart attacks.
I must have seemed like a lunatic on the loose in Gettysburg (some would say I absolutely was) because both of them sprinted away immediately. I almost pissed myself laughing as they scampered down the sidewalk. Then i pissed on the sidewalk.
I never thought screaming at someone would work better than punching that someone directly in the mouth, but it did.
It’s too bad the same didn’t work for the Native Americans.