Two Poles, Markowski and Krachevski go to France on
a pleasure trip. They meet this Frenchman called Jean Paul and become
good pals. Jean Paul finds these two Poles some-what amusing and so he
goes all out to make them happy. He treats them at pubs, bars,
discotheques... This goes on for a while until one fine day Jean Paul
fails to turn up. The Poles assume that some important work would have
held him up and do not take a serious note of it. But, perhaps
something more serious has occurred serious as Jean Paul does not turn
up for next five days at a stretch. At this the Poles get alarmed and
go to the police station to lodge a report. The inspector asks them to
give details of the person who's missing. The following conversation
follows:
Markowski: Well, his name is Jean Paul.
Inspector: It's a very common name in France.
Something more please.
Krachevski: Well, he is very tall.
Inspector: Most of the people in France are tall.
Big deal.
Markowski: Well, he's got blue eyes.
Inspector: Oh! no. Something more substantial.
Krachevski: I got it. This is slightly uncommon.
I'm sure now you
shall be able to track him. You see, He's got two holes in his ass.
Inspector: (shocked): Well, well, that's curious.
Are you sure?
Krachevski: Ya! Ya!
Inspector: Are you definitely sure that this very
personal info you
have is CORRECT?
Krachevski: Most certainly.
Inspector (still skeptical): But how're you so
sure?
Krachevski: Simple. Whenever we used to go with him
to the bar,
everyone used to greet him as "Here comes Jean Paul with two
ass-holes."
