A few nights ago, a few friends and I were in a bar telling all the Polish
jokes we knew. Boy, what a feast! Anyway, I ducked into the restroom to sprinkle
the old porcelain. While I was in there, this big guy came in and said to me,
"Hey pal, I'm Polish and I don't like you telling all those Polish jokes!"
So I said, "Well, they're not against you, pal, just against anyone in Poland."
"My mother is in Poland!" he screams, and pulls out a razor. Boy was I scared!
I was sure he would have killed me if he had found a place to plug it in!