Joke #1 - Tony let his guard down for a few seconds, but that was just long enough for a tribe of native Frenchmen to dart him with a baguette. Days later, he would awake under a hedge wearing a stripey shirt and a neckerchief, reeking of gauloises.
Joke #2 - The timeless romance of a lazy French afternoon. Gentle breezes, a loaf of french bread, the enchanting honking of motorists and their shouts of "Get out of ze fahking rrroad, idiot!"
Joke #3 - "ttttthhHPP!" Even here in 1949 Paris, and disguised as a tourist, Conan could not hide from Thulsa Doom and his deadly snake-arrows.
Joke #4 comes to us from frequent flyer Monseiur Le FancyChaudBoules_Deux AKA - The Lampwick Bandit. Thanks, mister Boules! - "You'll never steal THIS lampwick!! - Not while I'M on duty!!" screamed Jacques Le Strappe'. " I dare you to try!!" "I'll pummel you with my loaf of day old US bread, if you do!!" he went on. Needless to say, this was Jacques last day on the job. [Editor's note: You might try calling the bread "freedom bread", now that we're in the post-Bush era. -Mgmt.]
[Commenter jokes will be added to the post. -Mgmt.]
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