Three constructions guys working on a high-rise in New York. They are on the 80th floor. A German, an Irishman and a Blond Guy. At lunch the German looks in his sack and has bratwurst. He says, I am so sick of bratwurst. If I get bratwurst again tomorrow, think I will jump off this building. The Irishman looks in his sack and has corned-beef. Says I am so sick of corned-beef. If I get it again tomorrow I think I will jump with you. The Blond Guy has bologna in his sack. Says, man am I sick of bologna. If I have it tomorrow, think I will jump also.
Next day the German looks in his sack and has bratwurst. He jumps and falls eighty stories to his death. The Irishman has corned-beef and jumps also. The Blond Guy has bologna and he jumps too.
At the funeral the widows are talking. The German's wife says I had no idea he was tired of bratwurst, I could have sent braunschweiger. The Irishman's wife said, I did not know he was tired of corned-beef, I could have sent a nice Irish stew. The Blond Guy's wife says, don't look at me. He fixed his own lunch.
Next day the German looks in his sack and has bratwurst. He jumps and falls eighty stories to his death. The Irishman has corned-beef and jumps also. The Blond Guy has bologna and he jumps too.
At the funeral the widows are talking. The German's wife says I had no idea he was tired of bratwurst, I could have sent braunschweiger. The Irishman's wife said, I did not know he was tired of corned-beef, I could have sent a nice Irish stew. The Blond Guy's wife says, don't look at me. He fixed his own lunch.
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