Rage ATM wrote on 16 Feb 2010 23:54:
So the other day I went to the supermarket, and I was there for literally 5 minutes. When I came out there was a motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket. So I went up to him and said, "Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?"
He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked Nazi lover. He glared at me and started writing another ticket for worn tires!
So I then asked him if his psychiatrist makes him lie face down on the couch cause he's so ugly. He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket!
This went on for about 20 minutes... the more I insulted him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn't care. My car was parked around the corner.
Thanks, Rage, I laughed louder than ever! And no people are around. It's weird, you know...
BTW, a similar european (polish, probably) joke my father used to tell me every few years was about a jew on a train and an antisemitt' (say it
right if yer gonna say it) comes over to him and tells him to put the suitcase at his feet into the berth. The yid ignores him and begind to shake and mumble. The phillistine gets irate and the yid just starts to sing something and shukle some more...finally the guy grabs the suitcase and heaves it out the window with a wild laugh.
The yid is sings more cleary and with a bearly recognizable smile: "iz nit eh-mineh valisko..."
(go ahead and sing it once in a while).
PS. Once in a while, when lust comes around knocking on my little brain's forgotten open window, I sing "iz nit eh-mineh valisko!". Might as well have some
fun being sober, no?
