Robert L. Smith was the son of an Indian Chief in Oklahoma.  He told me a story of the sort of thing he and his friends did for excitement on the reservation.  This is totally true.

They caught a Bobcat and put him in an old suitcase and set it up on the shoulder of the highway that ran through the reservation.  Then they hid and watched.  Shortly a big white Cadillac slowed, passed the suitcase, stopped and sat there for a few seconds.  Slowly it backed up, the back door opened and a black arm reached out and grabbed the suitcase.  The Caddy accelerated forward about 30 feet. All of a sudden the brake lights came on, the front end of the car dived down and the rear bumper rose up....the four wheels screeched to a stop.  All four doors flew open and a car-full of bodies came diving out, screaming various sexual epithets.

This was good reservation erotic humor.