Here’s one with the potential to offend three ethnicities:
A Frenchman, a Greek, and a Jew are out driving, when they’re in a horrific accident and they all die. They’re met at The Pearly Gates by St. Peter, who told them, “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but Heaven is temporarity full, so you have a choice. You can either go to Purgatory, which is just like Hell, until we have an opening. OR you can go back to Earth and wait. However, that choice has some stipulations: Frenchman, if you even think about gourmet food, you’re gone. Greek, one thought about sex, and YOU’RE gone. And Jew, well, you can probably guess – one thought about money and you’re outta there.”
Well, the men agreed to the requirements, and soon found themselves back on Earth, walking along a road. Before long they came to a bakery. The Frenchman looked inside and saw a bresh-baked baguette. He inhaled deeply…and then, POOF! The Frenchman was gone.
“Boy, Pete wasn’t kidding,” the two remaining men said to each other. “We’d better watch out!”
A little further down the road, though, the Jew spies a quarter on the ground. He tries to look away, but he just can’t help himself, so he bends over to pick up the coin…and then POOF! The Greek was gone.
Here’s one with the potential to offend three ethnicities:
A Frenchman, a Greek, and a Jew are out driving, when they’re in a horrific accident and they all die. They’re met at The Pearly Gates by St. Peter, who told them, “I’m sorry, gentlemen, but Heaven is temporarity full, so you have a choice. You can either go to Purgatory, which is just like Hell, until we have an opening. OR you can go back to Earth and wait. However, that choice has some stipulations: Frenchman, if you even think about gourmet food, you’re gone. Greek, one thought about sex, and YOU’RE gone. And Jew, well, you can probably guess – one thought about money and you’re outta there.”
Well, the men agreed to the requirements, and soon found themselves back on Earth, walking along a road. Before long they came to a bakery. The Frenchman looked inside and saw a bresh-baked baguette. He inhaled deeply…and then, POOF! The Frenchman was gone.
“Boy, Pete wasn’t kidding,” the two remaining men said to each other. “We’d better watch out!”
A little further down the road, though, the Jew spies a quarter on the ground. He tries to look away, but he just can’t help himself, so he bends over to pick up the coin…and then POOF! The Greek was gone.