An old Irish World War II Spitfire pilot and flying ACE, was speaking in a
church and reminiscing about his war experiences. “In 1942,” he says,
“the situation was really tough. The Germans had a very strong air force.
I remember,” he continues, “one day I was protecting the bombers and suddenly,
out of the clouds, these Fokker’s appeared.”
There are a few gasps from the parishioners, and several of the children began to giggle.
“I looked up, and realized that two of the Fokker’s were directly above me.
I aimed at the first one and shot him down. By then, though, the other Fokker was
right on my tail.”
At this point, several of the elderly ladies of the church were blushing
with embarrassment, the girls were all giggling and the boys laughing loudly.
The pastor finally stands up and says, “I think I should point out that ‘Fokker’
was the name of a German-Dutch aircraft company, who made many of the planes used
by the Germans during the war.”
“Yes, that’s true,” says the old pilot, “but these Fokker’s were flying Messerschmidt’s.”
Irish Fishing
It was raining hard and a big puddlehad formed in front of the little
Irish pub. An old man stood beside the puddle holding a stick with a
string on the end and jiggled it up and down in the water.
A curious gentleman asked what he was doing.
‘Fishing’, replied the old man. Poor old fool, thought the gentlemen.
So, he decided he would invite the old man to have a drink in the pub.
Feeling he should start some conversation while they were sipping their whiskey,
the gentleman asked, ‘And, how many have you caught today?’
‘You’re the eighth.’
Problem is...we had Lucas electrics.
True Story:
My sister visited Ireland and spent quite a bit of time in the traditional Irish Pubs chatting with the locals. They sat with a particularly garrulous old couple. Every other word out of the old Irishman’s mouth was some iteration of the word “fook”. He used it as a noun, a verb, an adverb, an adjective, and even as some of the more arcane parts of speech.
At one point, my sister, an Evangelical Christian, said, “My, you folks sure do have a colorful way of expressing yourselves!”
The wife of the Irishman smacked her husband with her purse, and exclaimed:
“I FOOKIN TOLD YE TE WATCH YER FOOKIN MOUTH AROUND THE FOOKIN AMERICANS!!!!!!!”
I had read this account before. It was attributed to Buzz Beurling, WW2 Canadian Flying Ace.
LOL!.......................
stolen !
Excellent, except for the apostrophes.
Numerous Fokker aircraft are Fokkers.
A horse belonging to Freddy Fokker is Fokker’s horse.
At the same time I will steal your superior way of telling this joke!
Sadly I doubt many Americans know what Fokkers, Junkers, or Messerschmitts are anymore.
If we lose this damned election it will be because THEY HAVE THE SCHOOLS AND THE MEDIA.
I winder where they got that idea?
All in all a brilliant thread.