Inner Peace: This is so true
If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment ,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
Then You Are Probably The Family Dog!
And you are very clever dog, if you are reading this forum.
A customer asked, "In what aisle could I find the Polish sausage?"
The clerk asks, "Are you Polish?"
The guy, clearly offended, says, "Yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I had asked for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian? Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican? Or if I asked for some Irish whiskey, would you ask if I was Irish?"
The clerk says, "No, I probably wouldn't."
The guy says, "Well then, because I asked for Polish sausage, why did you ask me if I'm Polish?"
The clerk replied, "Because you're in Home Depot"...
az:A customer asked, "In what aisle could I find the Polish sausage?"
...
The clerk replied, "Because you're in Home Depot"...
Yep, no one likes Polish people.
SIGN IN A BUSINESS WINDOW IN FLORIDA !
"WE WOULD RATHER DO BUSINESS WITH 1000 AL QAEDA TERRORISTS THAN WITH ONE SINGLE AMERICAN SOLDIER!"
This sign was prominently displayed in the window of a business in Florida and you are probably outraged at the thought of such an inflammatory sign!
However, we are a society which holds Freedom of Speech as perhaps one of our greatest liberties.
And after all, it is only a sign, right?
You may ask : "What kind of business would dare post such a sign?"
Answer: A Funeral Home
Алекс, ну ты такой правильный.....типичный американец (впрочем я тебе много раз это говорил ). А вот не очень политкорректная старинная шутка из Детройта
How many polish guys does it take to replace a bulb? The answer is - five: the first one is actually holding the bulb and the 4 remaining once are turning the table on which the first one stays.
Стасяра:Ну, это бородатый анекдот... еще в детском саду его слышал, только там были не поляки...How many polish guys does it take to replace a bulb?
Вот вам чуть посвежее "поэтическое" (читаем до конца):
A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand.
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
A MAN'S POEM:
I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with
Big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,
And loves to send me fishing and drinking. This
Doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit.
В детском саду !!! Обадлеть - я то услыхал первый раз на военной кафедре, естественно, про её обитателей.
Кстати был шокирован когда спросил у одного американского другана - бывшего морпеха- а не красят ли , часом, траву в американских гарнизонах. Он ничтоже сумняшеся сказал ничуть не удивившись и не рисуясь, мол, если генерал действительно больщая шишка, то без покраски травы никак не обойтись..... С тех пор я мало чему в америках удивляюсь, потому как слишком много узнаваемого. Слыхал также (на английском естественно) анекдот о том, как кого учат руки мыть после туалета, а кого просто не ссать на руки.
С военной кафедры у меня осталась в памяти такая шутка:
Полковник N пришел на кафедру в разноцветных ботинках - один красный, другой зеленый. Когда кто-то из курсантов попытался ему посоветовать, мол, "товарищ полковник, дык, вы бы сходили домой и переобулись", то полковник сказал - "Да ходил я уже, там такие же стоят..."
А насчет "узнаваемости" - это факт (пытаюсь не произносить это выражение по-русски в кругу американцев... не поймут). Многое до боли напоминает советское прошлое... но в хорошем контексте.
Эт-т точно.
Кстати (поразительная штука) то, что в америках напоминает советские реалии, воспринимается как то естественно и с каким то внутренним одобрением. А вот в Дании ,например (сижу, блин , смотрю на темное окошко за которым бушует ночной шторм с ливнем) есть что-то неуловимо русское (ну к примеру запашок в чистых с виду туалетах) - и это не нравится!
Родилось по случаю :
В Королевстве Датском
Ходят люди в штатском
Вроде бы в нормальный,
Чистый туалет.
Невдомек болезным,
Что было бы полезно
В туалетах местных
Вытяжку иметь...
Стасяра:How many polish guys does it take to replace a bulb? The answer is - five: the first one is actually holding the bulb and the 4 remaining once are turning the table on which the first one stays.
How many North Californians does it take to replace a light bulb? The answer is: hella. xD
PS: Hella - это местное словечко от "hell of" - по-русски будет "до черта".
Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo!
Что в переводе: "Бизоны из Баффало, которых пугают (другие) бизоны из Баффало, пугают бизонов из Баффало!"
Dan was a single guy living at home with his father and working in the family business.
When he found out he was going to inherit a fortune when his sickly father died, he decided he needed to find a wife with whom to share his fortune.
One evening, at an investment meeting, he spotted the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her natural beauty took his breath away.
"I may look like just an ordinary guy," he said to her, "but in just a few years, my father will die and I will inherit $200 million.."
Impressed, the woman asked for his business card and three days later, she became his stepmother.
Women are so much better at financial planning than men.
NikolaichM:А где слова "которых" и "пугают"?Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo!
Что в переводе: "Бизоны из Баффало, которых пугают (другие) бизоны из Баффало, пугают бизонов из Баффало!"
denis1968:To buffalo - можно перевести как "пугать".А где слова "которых" и "пугают"?
The Centers for Disease Control has issued a medical alert about a highly contagious, potentially dangerous virus that is transmitted orally, by hand, and even electronically. This virus is called Weekly Overload Recreational Killer (WORK). If you receive WORK from your boss, any of your colleagues or anyone else via any means whatsoever - DO NOT TOUCH IT! !! This virus will wipe out your private life entirely. If you should come into contact with WORK you should immediately leave the premises.
Take two good friends to the nearest liquor store and purchase one or both of the antidotes - Work Isolating Neutralizer Extract (WINE) and Bothersome Employer Elimination Rebooter (BEER). Take the antidote repeatedly until WORK has been completely eliminated from your system.
You should immediately forward this medical alert to five friends. If you do not have five friends, you have already been infected and WORK is, sadly, controlling your life. Get help immediately.
A guy walks into the local welfare office to pick up his check.
He marches straight up to the counter and says, "Hi. You know.... I just HATE drawing welfare. I'd really rather have a job."
The social worker behind the counter says, "Your timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur and bodyguard for his beautiful daughter. You'll have to drive around in his 2010 Mercedes-Benz CL, and he will supply all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be provided, and you'll also be expected to escort the daughter on her overseas holiday trips. This is rather awkward to say, but you will also have as part of your job assignment satisfying her ....'urges' as the daughter is in her mid-20's and has a rather strong sex drive".
The guy, just plain wide-eyed, stammers, "You're bullshittin' me!".
The social worker says, "Yeah, well ... you started it."
TENJEWBERRYMUDS
To get the full effect, this should be read aloud. You will understand what ‘Tenjewberrymuds’ means by the end of the conversation. This has been nominated for the best email of 2005.
The following is a telephone exchange between a hotel guest and room-service, at a hotel in Asia, which was recorded and published in the Far East Economic Review:
Room Service (RS): “Morrin. Roon sirbees.”
Guest (G): “Sorry, I thought I dialed room-service.”
RS: “Rye..Roon sirbees..morrin! Jewish to oddor sunteen??”
G: “Uh..yes..I’d like some bacon and eggs.”
RS: “Ow July den?”
G: “What??”
RS: “Ow July den?…pryed, boyud, poochd?”
G : “Oh, the eggs! How do I like them? Sorry, scrambled please.”
RS: “Ow July dee baykem? Crease?”
G: “Crisp will be fine.”
RS : “Hokay. An Sahn toes?”
G: “What?”
RS:”An toes. July Sahn toes?”
G: “I don’t think so.”
RS: “No? Judo wan sahn toes??”
G: “I feel really bad about this, but I don’t know what ‘judo wan sahn toes’ means.”
RS: “Toes! Toes!…Why jew don juan toes? Ow bow Anglish moppin we bodder?”
G: “English muffin!! I’ve got it! You were saying ‘Toast.’ Fine. Yes, an English muffin will be fine.”
RS: “We bodder?”
G: “No…just put the bodder on the side.”
RS: “Wad?”
G: “I mean butter…just put it on the side.”
RS: “Copy?”
G: “Excuse me?”
RS: “Copy…tea…meel?”
G: “Yes. Coffee, please, and that’s all.”
RS: “One Minnie. Scramah egg, crease baykem, Anglish moppin we bodder on sigh and copy….rye??”
G: “Whatever you say.”
RS: “Tenjewberrymuds.”
Actual exchanges between pilots and control towers
Tower: "Delta 351, you have traffic at 10 o'clock, 6 miles!"
Delta 351: "Give us another hint! We have digital watches!"
Tower: "TWA 2341, for noise abatement turn right 45 Degrees."
TWA 2341: "Centre, we are at 35,000 feet.. How much noise can we make up here?"
Tower: "Sir, have you ever heard the noise a 747 makes when it hits a 727?"
From an unknown aircraft waiting in a very long takeoff queue: "I'm f...ing bored!"
Ground Traffic Control: "Last aircraft transmitting, identify yourself immediately!"
Unknown aircraft: "I said I was f....ing bored, not f...ing stupid!"
A student became lost during a solo cross-country flight. While attempting to locate the aircraft on radar, ATC asked, "What was your last known position?"
Student: "When I was number one for takeoff."
A DC-10 had come in a little hot and thus had an exceedingly long roll out after touching down.
San Jose Tower Noted: "American 751, make a hard right turn at the end of the runway, if you are able.. If you are not able, take the Guadalupe exit off Highway 101, make a right at the lights and return to the airport."
A Pan Am 727 flight, waiting for start clearance in Munich , overheard the following:
Lufthansa (in German): "Ground, what is our start clearance time?"
Ground (in English): "If you want an answer you must speak in English."
Lufthansa (in English): "I am a German, flying a German airplane, in Germany . Why must I speak English?
Unknown voice from another plane (in a beautiful British accent): "Because you lost the bloody war!"
One day the pilot of a Cherokee 180 was told by the tower to hold short of the active runway while a DC-8 landed. The DC-8 landed, rolled out, turned around, and taxied back past the Cherokee. Some quick-witted comedian in the DC-8 crew got on the radio and said, "What a cute little plane. Did you make it all by yourself?"
The Cherokee pilot, not about to let the insult go by, came back with a real zinger: "I made it out of DC-8 parts. Another landing like yours and I'll have enough parts for another one."
The German air controllers at Frankfurt Airport are renowned as a short-tempered lot. They not only expect one to know one's gate parking location, but how to get there without any assistance from them. So it was with some amusement that we (a Pan Am 747) listened to the following exchange between Frankfurt ground control and a British Airways 747, call sign Speedbird 206.
Speedbird 206: " Frankfurt , Speedbird 206! Clear of active runway."
Ground: "Speedbird 206. Taxi to gate Alpha One-Seven."
The BA 747 pulled onto the main taxiway and slowed to a stop.
Ground: "Speedbird, do you not know where you are going?"
Speedbird 206: "Stand by, Ground, I'm looking up our gate location now."
Ground (with quite arrogant impatience): "Speedbird 206, have you not been to Frankfurt before?"
Speedbird 206 (coolly) : "Yes, twice in 1944, but it was dark -- and I didn't land."
While taxiing at London 's Airport, the crew of a US Air flight departing for Ft. Lauderdale made a wrong turn and came nose to nose with a United 727. An irate female ground controller lashed out at the US Air crew, screaming: "US Air 2771, where the hell are you going? I told you to turn right onto Charlie taxiway! You turned right on Delta! Stop right there. I know it's difficult for you to tell the difference between C and D, but get it right!"
Continuing her rage to the embarrassed crew, she was now shouting hysterically: "God! Now you've screwed everything up! It'll take forever to sort this out! You stay right there and don't move till I tell you to! You can expect progressive taxi instructions in about half an hour, and I want you to go exactly where I tell you, when I tell you, and how I tell you! You got that, US Air 2771?"
"Yes, ma'am," the humbled crew responded.
Naturally, the ground control communications frequency fell terribly silent after the verbal bashing of US Air 2771. Nobody wanted to chance engaging the irate ground controller in her current state of mind. Tension in every cockpit out around Gatwick was definitely running high. Just then an unknown pilot broke the silence and keyed his microphone, asking:
"Wasn't I married to you once?"
The graveside service just barely finished, when there was a massive clap of thunder, followed by a tremendous bolt of lightning, accompanied by even more thunder rumbling in the distance. The little old man looked at the preacher & calmly said, 'Well . . . she's there.'
Очень старый прикол, ему лет семь, не меньше.
Receptionist: "Sir, Condoleeza Rice wants to see you..."
George Bush: "Condoleeza! Nice to see you. What's happening?"
Condoleeza Rice: "Sir, I have the report here about the new leader of China."
Bush: "Great. Lay it on me."
Rice: " 'Hu' is the new leader of China."
Bush: "That's what I want to know."
Rice: "That's what I'm telling you."
Bush: "That's what I'm asking you. Who is the new leader of China?"
Rice: "Yes."
Bush: "I mean the fellow's name."
Rice: "Hu."
Bush: "The guy in China."
Rice: "Hu."
Bush: "The new leader of China."
Rice: "Hu."
Bush: "The Chinaman!"
Rice: "Hu is leading China."
Bush: "Now what ya asking me for?"
Rice: "I'm telling you Hu is leading China."
Bush: "Well, I'm asking you. Who is leading China?"
Rice: "That's the man's name."
Bush: "That's whose name?"
Rice: "Yes"
Bush: "Will you or will you not tell me the name of the new leader of China?"
Rice: "Yes, sir."
Bush: "Yassir? Yassir Arafat is in China? I thought he was in the Middle East."
Rice: "That's correct."
Bush: "Then who is in China?"
Rice: "Yes, sir."
Bush: "Yassir is in China?"
Rice: "No, sir."
Bush: "Then who is?"
Rice: "Yes, sir."
Bush: "Yassir?"
Rice: "No, sir."
Bush: "Look, Condoleeza. You start to piss me off, and it is not because you are black neither. I need to know the name of the new leader of China. Get me the Secretary General of the U.N. on the phone."
Rice: "Kofi?"
Bush: "No, thanks."
Rice: "You want Kofi?"
Bush: "No. I don't want coffee"
Rice: "You don't want Kofi?"
Bush: "No. But since you mention it, I could use a glass of milk. And then get me the U.N."
Rice: "Yes, sir."
Bush: "Not Yassir! The guy at the U.N."
Rice: "Kofi?"
Bush: "Milk! Will you please make the call?"
Rice: "And call who?"
Bush: "Who is the guy at the U.N?"
Rice: "Hu is the guy in China."
Bush: "Will you stay out of China?!"
Rice: "Yes, sir.I am in US now..."
Bush: "And stay out of the Middle East! Just get me the guy at the U.N."
Rice: "Kofi?"
Bush: "All right! With cream and two sugars. Now get on the phone."
Rice picked up the phone on the other side after preparing a cup of coffee.
Rice:" Hello, rice here".
Bush: "Rice? Good idea. It is not my staple food. Get a couple of egg rolls too, Condi. May be we can send some to the guy in China. And the guy in the Middle East...what is his name again"?
Rice: "Yes,sir"
Bush: "Whadever, send it now!" Bush slammed the phone.
Rice:"Do you know where can I get the Chinese food in Middle East?"
Receptionist: "I dunno. May be you can ask President Hu
Guest:Юмор неплохой за исключением немецких тем с войнушкой, победители хреновы...Ну же, Guest, хочется дискуссий по историческим вопросам - прошу в соответствующую тему. Где-то мы уже обсуждали вторую мировую и роль американцев в ней.
Guest:у американцев акцент американский, а не английский, товарищ az. Дискуссий, наверное, хочется Вам
Некий англичанин сказал одной моей знакомой девушке, прожившей пару лет в США и приехавшей в Англию - "What a funny language you picked up over there...", на что получил вполне законный ответ - "Well, I like your accent too..."
А подискутировать я завсегда с удовольствием, ежели оппонент достойный и тема интересная.
Ну, насчёт Who и Hu - так это американский скетч 60-х "А кто на первой базе?", с которого содрали наши юмористы
диалог про доцента тупого и грузина по имени Авас.
Гость, where's the catch?
An aircraft is about to crash...
An aircraft is about to crash. There are five passengers on board, but unfortunately only 4 parachutes.
The first passenger says "I'm Shaquille O'Neill, the best NBA basketball player. The Lakers need me, it would be unfair to them if Idied". So he takes the first parachute and jumps.
The second passenger, Hillary Clinton, says "I am the wife of the former President of the United States. I am also the most dedicated woman in the world, a Senator in New York and America's potential future President. She takes one of the parachutes and jumps.
The third passenger, George W. Bush, says "I am the President of the
United States of America. I have a huge responsibility in world politics.
And apart from that, I am the most intelligent President in the history of the country and I have a responsibility to my people not to die". So, he takes a parachute and jumps.
The fourth passenger, the Pope, says to the fifth passenger, a ten year old schoolboy "I am already old. I have already lived my life, as a good person and a priest I will give you the last parachute". The boy replies "No problem, there is also a parachute for you. America's most intelligent President has taken my schoolbag..."