An Englishman is having breakfast in Paris one morning
(coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam, the usual French crap) when
a Frenchman chewing bubble-gum sits down next to him. The Englishman
ignores the Frenchman, who nevertheless starts a conversation.
Frenchman: "You English folk eat the whole bread?"
Englishman "Of course."
Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble)
"We don't, in France we only eat what's inside". The crusts we collect in a container,
recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to England."
The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.
The Englishman listens in silence.
The Frenchman persists: "Do you eat jam with the bread?"
Englishman: "Of Course."
Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling).
"We don't, in France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast then we put all the peels, seeds,
and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam and sell the jam to England."
After a moment of silence, The Englishman then asks: "Do you have sex in France?"
Frenchman: "Why of course", he says with a big smirk.
Englishman: "And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?"
Frenchman: "We throw them away, of course."
Englishman: "We don't, in England we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum and sell them to France."