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Another name joke
The young Native American boy asked his father how his older brother got his name.
"Well, my son, on the day your brother was conceived, I looked out upon the meadow, and saw a deer running, and so we named your brother Running Deer."
"How about my sister? How did she get her name?"
"Well, my son, on the day your sister was conceived, I looked out upon the meadow and saw a bear walking, and so we named her Walking Bear."
"And me, papa? How did I get my name?"
"Well, Broken Rubber..."
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