A texian took a trip to Fargo, North Dakota. In a bar, an Indian on the next stool spoke to the texian in a friendly manner.
"Look," he said, "let's have a little game. I'll ask you a riddle. If you can answer it, I'll buy you a drink. If you can't - then you buy me one. OK?"
Yes, that sounds pretty good," said the texian.
The Indian said, "My father and mother had one child. It wasn't my brother. It wasn't my sister. Who was it?" The texian scratched his head and finally said, "I give up. Who was it?"
"It was ME," chortled the Indian. So the texian paid for the drinks. Back in his hometown he went into the bar and spotted one of his cronies.
"Charles," he said, "I got a game. If you can answer a question, I'll buy you a drink. If you can't, you have to buy me one. Fair enough?" "Fair enough," said Charles. "Ok," the Texian said, "my father and mother had one child. It wasn't my brother. It wasn't my sister. Who was it?"
"(censored word)," said Charles. "I give up, who was it?" The Texian burst out, "It was some Indian up in Fargo.