After hearing about my heroic French brothers and sisters having picnics in supermarkets in protest of their crap government on radio 4 all day, I noticed the following gem, sent by my uncle, in my inbox. Forsooth:
This is a good one!! Make sure you scroll down to the Map after you read the joke! Watch for little Englishman walk across the Map.
An Englishman is having breakfast, in Paris , one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The Englishman ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.
Frenchman: ‘You English folk eat the whole bread??’
Englishman (in a bad mood): ‘Of course.’
Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) ‘We don’t. In France , we only eat what’s inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to England .’ The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.
The Englishman listens in silence.
The Frenchman persists: ‘Do you eat jam with the bread??’
Englishman: ‘Of Course.’
Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling)..
‘We don’t. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to England .’
After a moment of silence, The Englishman then asks: ‘Do you have sex in France ?’
Frenchman: ‘Why of course we do’, he says with a big smirk.
Englishman: ‘And what do you do with the condoms once you’ve used them?’
Frenchman: ‘We throw them away, of course.’
Englishman: ‘We don’t. In England , we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France .’
Oh yeah, I forgot about “the little Englishman”…