Last week I was working on a snow removal crew and one of the fellows, Serge, was Quebecois. I thought I’d tell a joke and Serge was going to be my inspiration: “What does a French man say when you punch him in the stomach?” Another coworker asked, “what?” as did Serge but he had a smile with a touch of menace that told this Anglo to step carefully.
“Egg,” I said. Serge smiled and another coworker asked me what that meant.
“Oeuf,” I said.
By proclamation of my coworkers, this is the lamest joke ever told.