Telling Polish Jokes

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.