German humor and its jokes

When I first came to Germany, because I didn't know German, I heard jokes that made people laugh, and I had to translate them into English. First of all, I'm funny. Funny jokes can last for days. When I understood many jokes, I didn't feel like coke, which made everyone very disappointed. After a long time, I come to the conclusion that I can't appreciate German humor, perhaps because yellow is the majority.

For example, the farmer and his wife have many hens and only one rooster. The rooster crows every day, and the rest of the time is just busy carrying on the family line. Wife complains: You see, cocks are better than you. People do it more than 30 times a day, but you do it every 30 days. Farmer: If I had more than 30 wives, I would be as strong as a rooster.

Such a joke didn't offend me, but it was boring.

Once at a large cocktail party, there were hundreds of people in the town hall. The host should be a person with a very active atmosphere. In addition to introducing the program, he also interspersed some jokes from time to time, which made people laugh their heads off. One of the jokes is about Peter (Mr. and Mrs. Peter are sitting opposite us. He is not tall and nice, and he is a member of the town Council): Peter goes to the drugstore to buy condoms. The drugstore told him that there are large, medium and small sizes here, but none of them are suitable for you. Go to the bike shop across the street. Maybe which model of airtight core is suitable for you.

I think all jokes with personal attacks are disgusting.

After that, the host introduced the distinguished guest who came today, the last mayor. At this time, the spotlight was full of people looking for it, and finally someone came forward. In the spotlight, he waved to the audience first, then bowed twice before sitting down. People laughed and thundered. I asked my husband: What's so funny about this? The husband said: this man is not from the last town at all, and I don't know where he came from. This is so much fun! I laughed all night.

At a party, a friend's husband told an English joke: in a poetry contest, a poem will be written on the topic of Timbuktu (a city in Mali, West Africa). A priest's poem cheered the audience.

I have been a father all my life, and I have been a father all my life.

No children, no wife. No children, no wife.

I read through the Bible. I read the Bible over and over again.

On the way to Timbuktu. Walking on the way to Timbuktu.

Seeing that the priest's poem was about to win, a shepherd came to the stage to comment on the poem:

When Tim and I arrived in Brisbane (an Australian city).

We met three ladies who rented it cheaply. We met three cheap rental ladies.

They are three, but we are two, they are three, and we are two.

So I ordered one and Tim ordered two. Then I asked for one and Tim asked for two.

This poem is right, both talented and rhyming! Very: Until, I raised my glass and asked Mingyue, right: I also wanted to see the artistic conception of Mi Yue.

A lot of American humor is funny, but I have to throw cakes in people's faces in a hurry.

My husband is cold and humorous. He talks, but he doesn't laugh. Let others laugh. I'm different. I was the only one who was amused by my jokes, or I was amused by them at the same time.

Once, the husband saw his neighbor working on the roof. He told people to be careful not to fall off. Neighbor: Not too high. It doesn't hurt when you fall. Husband: I didn't mean that. I'm afraid you'll fall and smash my hut (the hut with tools in the corner of our yard is less than two meters from our neighbor's house).

Every time there is a German football match, our town is crowded with people watching TV at home. If you hear cheers or gunshots, this is the goal of Germany. If you suddenly hear one car after another outside, honking the horn while running, it must be that the game is over and Germany has won. Once Germany played Italy. After the game, the whole town was silent. They must be hiding in the house, silently digesting their sadness. After a silence, I suddenly heard a car passing outside, accompanied by loud music and horns. My husband said: The pizza maker is off duty.

Our town is 0/5km away from the French border/kloc-and close to Elsas (Alsace province). Alsace has changed hands frequently for hundreds of years, belonging to Germany for a time and France after World War II. There is an ancient monument in the town, which was built more than 200 years ago to commemorate Alsace's return to Germany. At a friend's party, people talked about an important event in the town: I heard that the town government plans to demolish the old monument and build a small garden there. At that time, my husband was still in the town Council, and everyone wanted to know if the plan was passed. The husband said that the matter is still under discussion and has not been voted on. In Germany, town members of parliament are compulsory, and 18 members are elected every four years. Parliament has the right to decide bills, and the basic procedure is: introduce bills.

-Discuss-Vote-More than 10 people voted for it.

-Now the bill is passed.-Effective-

Give it to the mayor. The rest will be arranged and carried out by the mayor. On the other hand, there are many discussions about the demolition of old monuments, some for and some against. One of them objected and asked which side my husband was on. My husband followed him and said that he would not open it. Germany won only once in its 200-year history, which is Germany's only glory. As a result, the heated discussion ended with laughter.

Later, the children also learned to tell jokes, which helped me find a sense of humor.

The last girl's joke: Three girlfriends with different hair colors are playing games at home, and suddenly they hear the sound of the door being pried open, so they are scared to run to the basement to find a hiding place. A black-haired one hid in the kennel, a brown-haired one hid in the cat's nest, and finally the yellow-haired one only found a sack with potatoes and put himself in it. Then the thief also came to the basement. Because it was too dark, a thief vaguely saw the kennel and asked, what is this? The dark-haired man learned to bark: Wang Wang. . . Oh, it's a dog Go near the cat's nest and ask, what is this? The one with brown hair learned to meow. . . Oh, it is a cat. Finally, I approached the sack and asked, What is this? Huang Mao hurry: potatoes. . Potatoes .

There are many jokes about yellow hair here, all of which tend to make fun of women with yellow hair, but they are nothing more than arrogance and stupidity. Actually, it's not like this. Most of my good friends have yellow hair or red hair, and their IQ is not lower than that of black hair.

It is foolish to judge a book by its cover.