A Polak went to a carpenter and said, "Can you build me a box
that is two inches high, two inches wide, and fifty feet long?"
"Hmm..." mused the carpenter. "It could be done, I suppose,
but what would you want a box like that for?"
"Well, you see," said the Polak, "my neighbor moved away and
forgot some things, so he asked me to send him his garden hose."
A travelling salesman has an audience with the Pope and, not
quite knowing what to say tries to break the ice with a joke...
"Have you heard the one about the two Polish priests, Holy Father?"
"But I _am_ Polish, my son."
There followed a pregnant pause while the salesman thought quickly ...
"That's OK, Holy Father, I'll tell you it slowly."
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