It's hard to believe that it's been one year since my fateful trip to Poland . . . (In truth, Shabbos is the anniversary, but since I can't post on Shabbos . . .)
To think, a blog built on Polish jokes and photos has grown to be . . . a blog that, uh . . . well . . . Celebrates the anniversary of telling Polish jokes . . .
In honor of this gala event, I've found a delightlul article by Dorota (The most common ladies name in Poland, at least four of our cleaning ladies were Dorota) Brzozowska (Pronounced Bshozovska -don't ask) concerning Polish Jokes about Americans.
It has such classics as:
The head shepherd came to America and robbed a bank. He hides in a roadside ditch, takes
of the sack and starts counting. Suddenly he sees a uniformed official who shows him a badge
"POLICE".
And the head shepherd says: - No, thanks for your help, mister. I can count it myself.
untranslatable wordplay: "POLICE" in the Polish mountain dialect means "I will count".]
But I don't want to spoil the fun . . .
Better yet, I've gone ahead and collected my
ALL TIME BEST Polish Joke Posts!
Yes, the very best of the Blog that put such terms as "
Dzein Dobry", "
Kurczaki", and "
Why am I in Poland again?" in the J-Blogosphere's lexicon!
That's right, for the limited time that I'm able to keep your attention, and your finger away from the Go Back button on your browser, you'll get
pięć classic Polish jokes . . . yes that's
p-i-ę-ć 'Pinch', five, Classic Jokes.
So act now!
Take a trip down memory lane with
- Welcome to Ulica Slominskiego 19
or
POLISH HAIR (and I don't mean a Polski version of the famous play about hippies)
Welcome to Warszawa . . . Oh, you thought that you were in Warsaw . . . Nope . . . here we like adding lots of letters to make things hard to pronounce (as opposed to Quebec, where they put in lots of letters that they DON'T pronounce like Mo-re-al (spelled Montreal for some strange raison (that's French for reason))
Here an Ł is a W, a W is a V, and V altogether doesn’t exist . . .
And people wonder why they make Pollack jokes . . . HA!
>> Continue Polish Hair
- How to tell a Joke in Polish
In America we make Polak jokes. I think that in Poland, they must make Cleaning Lady jokes.
Joke in America
A blind man walks into a bar. He sits down, buys a drink, then leans over to a person near him and says,
"Would you like to hear a joke? There once was a Polak . . . ."
"One second," interrupts the bar tender. "My name is Renik Papke -I'm 6 foot, 9. I have a black belt in Karate. To your left is sitting Jana Pawła Ulicowski, and to your right is Vładisłav Warszawski . . . The three of us are Polish -are you sure you want to continue that joke?"
"Nah," says the blind man, "I don't feel like explaining it three times."
Here's the same joke in Poland
A blind man walks into a bar. He sits down, buys a drink, then leans over to a person near him and says,