I used to love passing along ethnic jokes, when we still had a since of humor. So, I’d tell people I’m Cherokee/Norwegian and, as such, am allowed to tell them.
I’d love to know my DNA, but don’t want to get booked and sent to prison, for the privilege. It’s just too expensive for us peons.
You can still tell them, you just have to know your audience very well.
You should meet Tonto Kowalski...