Recently, I happened to meet a gentleman with a rather obviously Polish last name. I mentioned it, and he immediately told my his favorite Polish joke.
Why do so many Polish names in in -ski?
Because they can’t spell Toboggan!
I thought that was pretty good, so I told him MY favorite Polish joke. (See below the fold)
About thirty years ago, an old man was walking home through the streets of Warsaw. He cut through an alley and was kicking garbage out of his way when he uncovered a lamp. He figured, “what the heck” and picked it up, then began rubbing it.
A genie appeared. “My thanks, master. For freeing me from my lamp, I will grant you three wishes.”
The old man thought for a moment, then spoke. “I wish for Genghis Khan and his entire Horde to live again, to ride all the way from Mongolia to the Polish border, then to stop, turn around, go home, and be dead again.”
The genie looked at him oddly, then spoke. “Very well, Master, it is done. And for your second wish?”
The old man spoke again. “I wish for Genghis Khan and his entire Horde to live again, to ride all the way from Mongolia to the Polish border, then to stop, turn around, go home, and be dead again.”
The genie looked at him oddly again, hesitated, then spoke. “Very well, Master it is done. And for your third wish?”
“I wish for Genghis Khan…”
“Yes, yes, it is done! Now, Master, before I leave, I have to ask you this question. Even trapped in my lamp for lo these centuries, I heard the jokes about your people, and always thought they were mean-spirited and cruel and slanderous. But here you had three wishes, and you wasted them on that? What was that all about?”
The old man chuckled. “Because Genghis Khan and his entire Horde just went through the length of Russia six times.”