For five years, two Poles and an Italian have
worked side by side every day as window washers, and every night after
work they stopped for a drink. One day, disaster struck, and the
Italian fell to his death. The police came to the site and began
"Where does he live?" The Poles shrugged their
shoulders. "Is he married?" The Poles didn't know. "What is his name?"
The Poles shrugged again. "You worked with this guy for five years and
you don't know anything about him?" the cop asked. "I know something
about him," one Pole volunteered. "He has two assholes." "What are you
talking about?" said the cop. "Well," said the Pole, "Whenever we go
for a drink after work the bartended says, 'Here comes the Italian
with the two assholes.'"