A few nights ago a few friends and I were in a bar,
telling all the polish
jokes we knew; boy what a feast! Anyway, I ducked into
the restroom to
sprinkle the old porcelain. While I was in there, this
big guy came in
and said to me, "Hey pal, I'm Polish and I don't like you
telling all those
Polish jokes!"
So I said, "Well, they're not against you, pal, just
against
anyone in Poland." "My mother is in Poland!" He screams,
and pulls out
a razor. Boy was I scared! I was sure he would have
killed me if he had
found a place to plug it in!