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Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.
Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups, the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of the line, and then see which team set the most poles.
The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.
At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by his team. He answered 48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had more...

Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.
Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups, the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of the line, and then see which team set the most poles.
The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.
At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by his team. He answered
48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had more...

Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups, the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of the line, and then see which team set the most poles.The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by his team. He answered48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had done...Next to report was the more...

Two Italians and a Pollock go into a bar. The Pollock doesn't have a
girlfriend and the Italians feel sorry for him. They explain to him
that if he studies their moves, he'll be able to pick up women.
So the first Italian walks up to this blonde chick and goes,"Hey
baby, ya' wanna' leave here?"
She goes,"I'd love to-but we can't go to my house. My parents will
kill me if they see me with you."
He goes,"That's okay. We'll go to my house," and they leave.
The second Italian says,"That's nothing. Watch me in action and
learn!"
So he walks up to some blonde and says,"Hey baby, ya' wanna' leave
here?"
She replies,"I'd love to-but we can't go to my house. My husband
will kill me if he sees me with you."
He says,"That's okay. We'll go to my house," and they leave.
Now the Pollock's alone and he says to himself,"I think this looks
pretty easy. I think I'll more...

Back in the old west, there was a need to connect the east and the west with a telegraph line. The Manager of the project advertised for workers to complete the job. Three groups responded. A team of Irishmen, a group of Italians, and a final team composed of Blondes.
Since none of the groups would work with anyone from the other two groups, the project supervisor decided to assign each group to a different part of the line, and then see which team set the most poles.
The first task was to set the poles. The Supervisor sent each group out to a different location. Before they left, he advised all three groups that the one to bury the most poles today, would receive a bonus.
At the end of the day, the foreman of the Italians reported back to the Supervisor. The Supervisor inquired of him how many poles had been set by his team. He answered 48. The Supervisor was delighted. He advised the Italian to stay awhile until he heard how the Irishmen and the Blondes had more...

Insert your fafourite ethnic minority in place of "?" Three Italians and three "?" were eating lunch one day while griping about how much they hated working in the factory. Finally, one Italian said to the other two Italians, "Hey, I got an idea-when the boss comes in, we'll do something so crazy that he'll fire us. Then we won't have to working in this shit hole."
Half an hour later, they saw the boss coming. The three Italians climbed up to the rafters and hung upside down.
The boss took one look and shouted, "Hey, what in hell do you think you're doing?"
"We're light bulbs," the Italians said.
"You're crazy," the boss snorted. "And you're fired. Get out of here."
The Italians left. A couple of minutes later, the three "?" gathered and began to follow.
"Where in the hell are you going?" the boss bellowed.
One "?" replied, "We can't work in the more...

One night, God spoke to a preacher to tell him what he wanted him to do. After God had briefed him on his mission, the minister decided to ask him a question. "God," he said, "What is heaven like?" God replied, "Well, normally I don't tell people this, but since you are my servant, I guess I can tell you. Heaven will be like a city. It will have the best of everything. For example, the French will be the chefs; the Italians will be the lovers; the English will be the policeman; the Germans will be the mechanics; and the Dutch will be the politicians!" The man looked pleased. "What is hell like?" he asked. "Well," he said with a sigh, "the French will be the mechanics; the Italians will be the politicians; the English will be the chefs; the Germans will be the policemen; and the Dutch will be the lovers."