Now for a bad stereotype-based joke...
The Lone Ranger and Tonto were out on patrol one very hot afternoon. The Lone Ranger turns to his faithful sidekick and sayd,
"Whaddya say we go get us a nice cold drink, old friend?"
"Hmm, chemotherapy, sounds good." Replies Tonto.
So they pull up to a saloon, tie their steeds to the hitchin' post and head in to soothe their parched throats.
All of a sudden and old prospector bursts throught the swinging doors and asks,
"Anyone in h'yar ridin' a big white horse?"
The Lone Ranger looks up from his drink and says,
"Why yes, good citizen, that is my fine horse, Silver. Why do you ask?"
The old prospector replies,
"Well, he in a bad way, sir. He's sweatin' up a storm and actin' like he's a'gonna die of heat stroke!"
Tonto looks puts his hand on the Lone Ranger's shoulder and says,
"You sit. I will take care of this."
The Lone Ranger accepts his friend's offer and returns to his drink. Meanwhile, Tonto walks out and examines Silver. Yes, indeed, he was overheated and needed help. So Tonto begins to run around Silver creating a small, but useful breeze that slowly, but surely begins to cool down the overheated horse.
Back inside the saloon the Lone Ranger is chatting up the local dancing girls when all of a sudden another prospector bursts through the swinging saloon doors.
"Anyone in h'yar ridin' a big white horse?"
The Lone Ranger, slightly perturbed by the interruption, turns and says,
"Why YES, good citizen, that is my fine steed, Silver and yes, I know, he's in a bad way - sweatin' and complain'..."
The old prospector says,
"Nope, that ain't it, smart guy. Ya left yer injun runnin'!"