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One day there were three men walking down the street. One was black, one was French, and one was Polish.
As they walked by a farm, a farmer stopped them and asked if they'd like to take a test to win his daughter's hand. Being game, they all said, "Why the hell not?"
"Good," the farmer said. He then explained to them that they would have to jump over a fence (electric), get through some mud (quick-sand), and fuck his cow.
The black man went first. He only got as far as the fence, but he got a permanent set of Dred-Locks!
Next, the French man went. He just barely jumped the fence when he sloshed right into the quicksand. He screamed, "Help! Help, mes amis!" The farmer quickly stuck his foot on the poor Frog's head.
Finally it was the Polack's turn. He jumped the fence with ease, got through the quicksand with the help of the Frog's slightly liquified head, and then proceeded to screw the cow.
The farmer, being amazed at all this, more...

2 men and a woman
What happens when you have:
2 Italian men and 1 Italian woman, 2 French men and 1 French woman, 2 German men and 1 German woman, 2 Greek man and 1 Greek woman, 2 English men and 1 English woman, 2 Bulgarian men and 1 Bulgarian woman, 2 Japanese men and 1 Japanese woman, 2 American men and 1 American woman, 2 Irish men and 1 Irish woman.
One month later on these absolutely stunning deserted islands in the middle of nowhere, the following things have occurred:
One Italian man killed the other Italian man for the Italian woman.
The 2 French men and the French woman are living happily together in a menage à trois.
The 2 German men have a strict weekly schedule of when they alternate with the German woman.
The 2 Greek men are sleeping with each other and the Greek woman is cleaning and cooking for them.
The 2 English men are waiting for someone to introduce them to the English woman.
The Bulgarian men took a long look at the more...

Three kids come down to the kitchen and sit around the breakfast table. The mother asks the oldest boy what he'd like to eat. "I'll have some fuckin' French toast," he says. The mother is outraged at his language, hits him, and sends him upstairs. She asks the middle child what he wants. "Well, I guess that leaves more fuckin' French toast for me," he says. She is livid, smacks him, and sends him away. Finally she asks the youngest son what he wants for breakfast. "I don't know," he says meekly, "but I definitely don't want the fuckin' French toast."

An elderly man was walking through the French countryside, admiring the beautiful spring day, when over a hedgerow he spotted a young couple making love in a field. Getting over his initial shock he said to himself,' Ah, young love... ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers... C'est magnifique!' and continued to watch, remembering good times. Suddenly he drew in a gasp and said,' Mais... Sacre bleu! Ze woman - she is dead!' and he hurried along as fast as he could to the town to tell Jean, the police chief.

He came, out of breath, to the police station and shouted,' Jean... Jean zere is zis man, zis woman... naked in farmer Gaston's field making love.' The police chief smiled and said;' Come, come, Henri you are not so old; remember ze young love, ze spring time, ze air, ze flowers? Ah, L'amour! Zis is ok.'

'Mais non! You do not understand; ze woman, she is dead!'

Hearing this, Jean leapt up from his seat, rushed out of the station, jumped on his bike, more...

In the middle of an international gynaecology conference, an English and a French gynaecologist are discussing various cases they've recently treated.
French Gynaecologist: "Only last week, zer was a woman ooh came to see me, and 'er cleetoris - eet was like a melon."
English Gynaecologist: "Don't be absurd, it couldn't have been that big, my good man, she couldn't have been able to walk if it was."
French Gynaecologist: "Aaah, you eenglish, zare you go again, always talkeeng about ze size... I was talkeeng about ze flavour..."

In the middle of an international gynecology conference, an English and a French gynecologist are discussing various cases they have recently treated.
The French gynecologist said, "Only last week, zer was a woman ooh came to see me, and 'er cleetoris - eet was like a melon."
The English gynecologist replied, "Don't be absurd. It couldn't have been that big. My goodness, man. She wouldn't have been able to walk if it was."
The French gynecologist said, "Aaah, you eenglish, zare you go again, always talkeeng about ze size. I was talkeeng about ze flavor."

Ted Nugent, rock star and avid bow hunter from Michigan, was being interviewed by a French journalist, an animal rights activist. The discussion came around to deer hunting.

The journalist asked, "What do you think is the last thought in the head of a deer before you shoot him? Is it, "Are you my friend?" or is it "Are you the one who killed my brother?"

Nugent replied, "Deer aren't capable of that kind of thinking. All they care about is, what am I going to eat next, who am I going to screw next, and can I run fast enough to get away. They are very much like the French."
The interview ended.