Its All About Jokes

There is an American, a German, and a Mexican. They are in all in a boat. The boat is about to sink. Each of them have to throw things out to make the boat lighter.

The German throws out 4 cases of beer and says, “We have a lot of bear in Germany so we don‘t need these!“

The Mexican throws out 5 cases of burritos and says, “We have a lot of burritos in Mexico so we don‘t need these!“

The American grabs the Mexican and throws him out.

The German asks why he threw the Mexican out.

And the American replies, “We have a lot of Mexicans in America so we don‘t need him!.“

A US Border Patrol Agent catches an illegal alien in the bushes right by the border fence, he pulls him out and says “Sorry, you know the law, you‘ve got to go back across the border right now.“

The mexican man pleads with them, “No, noooo Senior, I must stay in de USA! Pleeeze!“

The Border Patrol Agent thinks to himself, I‘m going to make it hard for him and says “Ok, I‘ll let you stay if you can use 3 english words in a sentence“.

The Mexican man of course agrees.

The Border Patrol Agent tells him, “The 3 words are: Green, Pink and Yellow. Now use them in 1 sentence.“

The Mexican man thinks really hard for about 2 minutes, then says, “Hmmm, Ok. The phone, it went Green, Green, Green, I Pink it up and sez Yellow?“

An Englishman, Frenchman, Mexican, and Texan were flying across country on a small plane when the pilot comes on the loud speaker and says “We‘re having mechanical problems and the only way we can make it to the next airport is for 3 of you to open the door and jump, at least one of you can survive“

The four open the door and look out below. The Englishman takes a deep breath and hollers “God Save The Queen“ and jumps.

The Frenchman gets really inspired and hollers “Viva La France“ and he also jumps.

This really pumps up the Texan so he hollers “Remember the Alamo“ and he grabs the Mexican and throws him out of the plane.

Two guys are bungee-jumping one day. The first guy says to the second. “You know, we could make a lot of money running our own bungee-jumping service in Mexico.“ The second guy thinks this is a great idea, so the two pool their money and buy everything they‘ll need – a tower, an elastic cord, insurance, etc.

They travel to Mexico and begin to set up on the square. As they are constructing the tower, a crowd begins to assemble. Slowly, more and more people gather to watch them at work. The first guy jumps. He bounces at the end of the cord, but when he comes back up, the second guy notices that he has a few cuts and scratches.

Unfortunately, the second guy isn‘t able catch him, he falls again, bounces and comes back up again. This time, he is bruised and bleeding. Again, the second guy misses him.

The first guy falls again and bounces back up. This time, he comes back pretty messed up – he‘s got a couple of broken bones and is almost unconscious. Luckily, the second guy finally catches him this time and says, “What happened? Was the cord too long?“

The first guy says, “No, the cord was fine, but what the heck is a ‘pinata‘?“

A Mexican family crosses over the border to the Land of Milk and Honey where the streets are paved with gold. But the husband can find no work.

His family is hungry, so he takes a walk to a quiet place at the foot of a big hill, kneels at the base of a tree, and begins to pray: “Sweet Jesus, please show me a way to feed my family…“

Eyes closed, the Mexican does not see a man coming over the top of the hill, who is stumbling wildly with a broken grocery sack. When the Mexican man opens his eyes, a large wheel of cheddar cheese rolls down the hill an lands at his feet!

“Oh, thank you Jesus, thank you!“ he cries, grabs the cheese, and runs straight home. Upon returning home, he gives the cheese to his wife and instructs her to make nachos.

“But wouldn‘t you rather have cheese enchiladas and burritos and other things?“ she inquires.

“No,“ the husband says, “Jesus sent this to me with a message… As I ran home,

I kept hearing Him yell, ‘ THAT‘S NACHO CHEESE! THAT‘S NACHO CHEESE!‘

Jose arrives at the Mexican border on his bike with 2 huge bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and asks: “What‘s in the bags?“

“Senior, It‘s only sand.“ replies Jose.

“Sand??? Well, we‘ll just see about that – get off the bike!“

The guard takes the bags, rips them open, empties them out and finds nothing in them…except sand. Detaining Jose overnight, the sand is analysed, but only to discover it is in fact simply sand.

Jose is released, the sand is put into new bags and placed on Jose‘s shoulders, and he is let across the border.

Next day, same thing happens. The guard asks: “What you got there?“

“Sand,“ says Jose.

A thorough examination of the bags again shows there to be nothing but sand, and subsequently Jose is allowed to ride across the border.

For a whole year this continues until one day Jose doesn‘t show up, and the guard discovers him in a Cantina in Mexico.

“Hey, Bud,“ says the guard, “I know you‘re smuggling something. For a year it‘s driven me crazy. It‘s all I can think about… I can‘t get sleep, the kids are getting neglected…heck, even the dog senses I‘m beginning to lose it! Between you and me, just what are you smuggling?“

Jose sips his beer, smiles and replies: “Bicycles…“

Q. Why doesnt mexico have a olympic team?

A. Because every mexican that can run, jump, and swim is already across the border!

Sid and Mundo were sitting in a Mexican restaurant. “Sid,“ asked Mundo, “Are there any Jews in Mexico?“

I don‘t know,“ Mundo replied. “Why don‘t we ask the waiter?“

When the waiter came by, Mundo asked him, “Are there any Mexican Jews?“

“I don‘t know sir, let me ask,“ the waiter replied, and he went into the kitchen. He returned in a few minutes and said, “No, sir. No Mexican Jews.“

“Are you sure?“ Mundo asked.

“I will check again, sir.“ the waiter replied and went back to the kitchen.

While he was still gone, Sid said, “I cannot believe there are no Jews in Mexico. Our people are scattered everywhere.“

When the waiter returned he said, “Sir, no Mexican Jews.“

“Are you really sure?“ Mundo asked again. “I cannot believe there are no Mexican Jews.“

“Sir, I ask everyone,“ the waiter replied exasperated. “We have orange Jews, prune Jews, tomato Jews, and grape Jews, but no one ever hear of Mexican Jews!“

A Mexican, who speaks no English, comes to the USA. As is often the case, he finds that he needs new socks. So, he walks into a clothing store, and manages to convey to the clerk that he needs something, but not what.

So, the clerk starts taking down boxes and showing what‘s inside to the Mexican. He shows him a shirt, some pants, a tie, a hat, but each time the Mexican shakes his head and says “No.“

Finally, the clerk brings down a box of socks and shows them to the Mexican. The Mexican starts nodding vigorously and says “¡Eso sí que es!“

The clerk angrily blurts out, “Well why didn‘t you just spell it in the first place?!“

The American investment banker was at the pier of a small coastal Mexican village when a small boat with just one fisherman docked. Inside the small boat were several large yellow fin tuna. The American complimented the Mexican on the quality of his fish and asked how long it took to catch them.

The Mexican replied, “Only a little while.“

The American then asked, “Why didn‘t you stay out longer and catch more fish?“

The Mexican said, “With this I have more than enough to support my family‘s needs.“

The American then asked, “But what do you do with the rest of your time?“

The Mexican fisherman said, “I sleep late, fish a little, play with my children, take siesta with my wife, Maria, stroll into the village each evening where I sip wine and play guitar with my amigos, I have a full and busy life.“

The American scoffed, “I am a Harvard MBA and could help you. You should spend more time fishing; and with the proceeds, buy a bigger boat: With the proceeds from the bigger boat you could buy several boats. Eventually you would have a fleet of fishing boats. Instead of selling your catch to a middleman you would sell directly to the processor; eventually opening your own cannery. You would control the product, processing and distribution. You would need to leave this small coastal fishing village and move to Mexico City, then Los Angeles and eventually New York where you will run your ever-expanding enterprise.“

The Mexican fisherman asked, “But, how long will this all take?“

To which the American replied, “15 to 20 years.“

“But what then?“ asked the Mexican.

The American laughed and said that‘s the best part. “When the time is right you would announce an IPO and sell your company stock to the public and become very rich, you would make millions.“

“Millions?…Then what?“

The American said, “Then you would retire. Move to a small coastal fishing village where you would sleep late, fish a little, play with your kids, take siesta with your wife, stroll to the village in the evenings where you could sip wine and play your guitar with your amigos.“