An old Australian man was having a coffee and croissants with butter and jam in a cafe when a Young American tourist, chewing gum, sat down next to him:
The old man politely ignored the American, who, nevertheless started up a conversation.
The young man snapped his gum and said.
“You Australian folk eat the whole bread?”
The old man frowned, annoyed with being bothered during his breakfast and replied.
“Of course.”
The young man blew a huge bubble.
“We don’t. In the States, we only eat what’s inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle them, transform them into croissants and sell them to Australia.”
The young man had a smirk on his face.
The old man listened in silence.
The Americans persisted. “D’ya eat jam with your bread?”
Sighing, the old man replied.
“Of course.”
Cracking his gum between his teeth, the young man said.
“We don’t. In the States, we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds and the leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam and sell it to Australia.”
The old man then asked. “Do you have s*x in the States?”
The young man smiled and said.
“Why of course we do.”
The old man leaned closer to him and asked.
“And what do you do with the c0ndoms once you’ve used them?”
“We throw them away, of course!”
The young man smirked, shaking his head at the obvious question.
Now it was the old man’s turn to smile.
“We don’t. In Australia, we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum and sell them to the United States. Why do you think it’s called Wrigley’s?”
