An eccentric billionaire wanted a mural painted on his library wall, so he called in a well known artist.
Describing what he wanted, the billionaire said, "I am a history buff, and I would like your interpretation of the last thing that went through Custer's mind before he died." The Billionaire continued, "I am going out of town on business for a week, and when I return I expect to see it completed."
Upon his return, the billionaire went to the library to examine the finished work. To his surprise he found a painting of a pile of shit with a halo. Surrounding the pile of shit were hundreds of Indians in various sexual positions, sex in every imaginable way shape and form (and some that were previously unimaginable).
Furious, he called Gallery in.
"What the HELL is this?!!!" screamed the billionaire.
"Why that's exactly what you asked for," said Gallery, smugly.
"No! I didn't ask for a mural of pornography and filth, I asked for a mural of the interpretation of Custer's last thoughts!"
"And there you have it," said Gallery.
"I call it, 'Holy Shit! Look at All Those Fucking Indians'."