My coffee, I mean.
An old joke, really a variation on a theme, arrived in this morning’s mail. Since the tea leaves in my first cup left explicit instructions – “develop a sense of humor and inflict it on others” – here you are. Lots of nationalities and ethnic groups insulted with just one cuppa joe:
What happens when a fly falls into a coffee cup? Well, the outcome is dependent on your cultural proclivities:
The Italian throws the cup, breaks it, and walks away in a fit of rage.
The German carefully washes the cup, sterilizes it and makes a new cup of coffee.
The Frenchman takes out the fly, and drinks the coffee.
The Chinese eats the fly and throws away the coffee.
The Russian drinks the coffee with the fly, since it was extra with no charge.
The Israeli sells the coffee to the Frenchman, sells the fly to the Chinese, sells the cup to the Italian, drinks a cup of tea, and uses the extra money to invent a device that prevents flies from falling into coffee.
Ah, but what does the Palestinian do with his fly infested coffee? I thought you’d never ask…
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The Palestinian blames the Israeli for the fly falling into his coffee, protests the act of aggression to the UN, takes a loan from the European Union to buy a new cup of coffee, uses the money to purchase explosives and then blows up the coffee house where the Italian, the Frenchman, the Chinese, the German and the Russian are all trying to explain to the Israeli that he should give away his cup of tea to the Palestinian.
Note: the war weary Israeli was wearing full body armor, so he lived to tell us this tale.
Hat tip: Abu Elvis