That's a great joke, possibly ruined because "iced coffee" is a thing now.
Ha ha, stupid Outgroupers!
It's OK, I can say that because my cousin married an Outgrouper--and boy, is he stupid!
It really takes the fun away if you don't say Polack.
There must be real Americans who the the law protects but does not bind, and Polacks, who the law binds but does not protect.
My town was mostly Irish with the second largest group being Polish. I used to feel bad about all the Polish jokes but then I realized they never once explained what a perogie was, so they deserved the cruelty.
Did they still make Polack jokes when you youngsters were in elementary school?
I remember being puzzled as a kid when I realized that these jokes were making fun of actual Polish people (we had Polish neighbors), but as far as I could determine no had any actual prejudice against Polish people.
Actually I'm still kind of puzzled by it.
I actually heard that joke when I first moved to Texas, and the outgroup was Aggies. I almost left that intact.
Here's the other Aggie joke I was told on the same occasion:
Two Aggies are hunting, and they come to some tracks. The first says "These are coyote tracks."
The second says, "No, they're definitely deer tracks."
They start arguing, and it gets more and more heated. In fact, they were still arguing when the train hit them.
6 should read "no one had any actual prejudice against Polish people."
5: I don't remember if perogies existed when I was a child.
7.last: That one I heard before. The one in the OP is new to me.
7: Does Aggie just mean someone that went to Texas A&M?
1: There could be a new punchline
"And that's how Aggies came to invent flavored ice coffee"
Did they still make Polack jokes when you youngsters were in elementary school?
As of the 80s, yes. In a place where being Polish had never been a salient category like being Southern Baptist or being black.
We made jokes about Polish people and Baptists.
I know a family with almost exactly that name.
I think it persists because the Poles don't have an Anti-Defamation League to get outraged about it.
The poles in the small New England town where I picked corn as a summer job would get "proud to be Polish" front license plates and mount them upside down. So no anti-defamation league active there.
When I moved (years ago), I hired someone called "Polish Movers" that appeared to be a very small operation. A couple of Hispanic guys showed up. Out of curiosity, I asked about the name, and they basically said, "It's so perplexing that everyone misreads it that way! We just meant polished, like fancy!"
That reminds me of whoever it was here who assumed "Polish Hill" was a job description.
20 reminds me of my second driving lesson in a car with a driving instructor. He had me get on the freeway, and there was a sign about some construction and road repair going on. 15 year old me was tremendously anxious and nervously tried to make conversation, "oh so the road is being upgraded to twice as good." The instructor laughed so hard and so long I became concerned he wouldn't be paying attention enough to use his instructor brake if necessary.
The sign said "Double fine."
20 reminds me of my second driving lesson in a car with a driving instructor. He had me get on the freeway, and there was a sign about some construction and road repair going on. 15 year old me was tremendously anxious and nervously tried to make conversation, "oh so the road is being upgraded to twice as good." The instructor laughed so hard and so long I became concerned he wouldn't be paying attention enough to use his instructor brake if necessary.
The sign said "Double fine."
22, 23: An appropriate double post. Twice the humor!
"He smote the sledded Polacks on the ice" is good for teaching iambic pentameter to high schoolers.
My wife grew up with jokes about East Frisians. Try it out loud, it sounds as funny as Polack.
When I first lived in Montana, they were still making jokes about North Dakotans. (An indeed, there's a long flat run at our local ski hill called North Dakota Downhill.)
Growing up in Scotland, jokes about the Irish were pretty common, as you might expect, I guess. Even though my Dad's family like a lot of Catholic Glaswegians are originally Irish, the jokes never felt especially rooted in actually existing prejudice, although that's probably easy for me to say. Jokes with the English as the butt of the joke were also a thing, especially if the joke turned on snobbery or self-interests.
Ethnic jokes aside, it's good to know that there are people for whom self-reflection reminds them that they are an asshole.
But also, stuffing envelopes seems pretty stupid.
12: Unpossible for lack of ice. See, the person who knew the recipe graduated and left.
Once I was driving on a highway and came to a sign saying "All Traffic Shift Left". I announced to my companions, neither of whom was a nerd, "That's crazy! That'll double the traffic!" The lack of response is one of the great (completely expected) disappointments of my life.
Once I was driving on a highway and came to a sign saying "All Traffic Shift Left". I announced to my companions, neither of whom was a nerd, "That's crazy! That'll double the traffic!" The lack of response is one of the great (completely expected) disappointments of my life.
Effing double-click doubled the web traffic.