Breakfast in Paris

An English guy is having breakfast in Paris, one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him.

The English guy ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.

Frenchman: "You English eat the whole bread?"

English guy (in a bad mood): "Of course."

Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) "We don't. In France, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to the UK." The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.

The English guy listens in silence.

The Frenchman persists: "Do you eat jam with the bread?"

English guy: "Of course."

Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling).

"We don't. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to the UK."

After a moment of silence, The English guy then asks: "Do you have sex in France?"

Frenchman: "Why of course we do", he says with a big smirk.

English guy: "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"

Frenchman: "We throw them away, of course."

English guy: "We don't - in the UK we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum and sell them to France."

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shiney

 

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