Italian Jokes

Two guys, one 80 and one 87, were sitting on their usual park bench one morning. The 87 year old had just finished his morning jog and wasn’t even short of breath. The 80 year old was amazed at his friend’s stamina and asked him what he did to have so much energy. The 87 year old said, “Well, I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies.” So, on the way home, 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around, the lady asked if he needed any help. He said “Do you have any Italian bread?” She said, “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?” He said, “I want 5 loaves.” She said, “My goodness, 5 loaves … by the time you get to the 5th loaf, it’ll be hard.” He replied, “I can’t believe it, everybody knows about this sh*t but me.”

A woman goes to Italy to attend a 2-week, company training session. Her husband drives her to the airport and wishes her to have a good trip. The wife answers: ‘Thank you honey, what would you like me to bring for you?’ The husband laughs and says: ‘An Italian girl!!!’ The woman kept quiet and left. Two weeks later he picks her up in the airport and asks: ‘So, honey, how was the trip?’ ‘Very good , thank you.’ ‘And, what happened to my present?’ ‘Which present?’ She asked. ‘The one I asked for – an Italian girl!!’ ‘Oh, that’ she said ‘Well, I did what I could; now we’ll have to wait for a few months to see if it is a girl!!!’

A young and beautiful woman gets into the elevator, smelling like expensive perfume. She turns to the old Italian woman on the elevator with her and says arrogantly, “Giorgio – Beverly Hills, $100 an ounce!” Another young and beautiful woman gets on the elevator and also smells of very expensive perfume. She arrogantly turns to the old Italian woman and says, “Chanel No. 5, $150 an ounce!” About three floors later, the old Italian woman has reached her destination and is about to get off the elevator. Before she leaves, looks both beautiful women in the eye, turns, bends over, and farts. “Broccoli – 49 cents a pound.”

A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for a few years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to have the child. If she stayed in Italy, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but wondered how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to mail him a post card, and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. “Honey,” she said, “you received a very strange post card today.” “Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it later,” he said. The wife obeyed, and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted. On the card was written “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without.”

A wealthy man was having an affair with an Italian woman for a few years. One night, during one of their rendezvous, she confided in him that she was pregnant. Not wanting to ruin his reputation or his marriage, he paid her a large sum of money if she would go to Italy to have the child. If she stayed in Italy, he would also provide child support until the child turned 18. She agreed, but wondered how he would know when the baby was born. To keep it discrete, he told her to mail him a post card, and write “Spaghetti” on the back. He would then arrange for child support. One day, about 9 months later, he came home to his confused wife. “Honey,” she said, “you received a very strange post card today.” “Oh, just give it to me and I’ll explain it later,” he said. The wife obeyed, and watched as her husband read the card, turned white, and fainted. On the card was written “Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti. Two with meatballs, one without.”

An old Italian Mafia Don is dying and he called his grandson to his bed. “Grandson I wanna you lisin to me. I want for you to take my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me.” “But grandpa I really don’t like guns, how about you leaving me your Rolex watch instead. ” “You lisina to me, soma day you goin a be runna da bussiness, you goina have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple of bambino.” “Soma day you goina coma home and maybe finda you wife in bed with another man. What do you do than? Point to your watch and say TIMES UP?”

A Frenchman, an Italian, and a Scotsman were out at the beach. Suddenly they spied a beautiful mermaid sunning herself in a shoal. The Frenchman walked up to her with desire in his eyes and said, “Beautiful mermaid, have you ever been keesed?” The mermaid said “No, I haven’t.” So the Frenchman said, “Zen I weel show you.” And the Frenchman kissed the beautiful mermaid passionately for half an hour. Then the Italian spoke up. “Mermaid, have-a you ever been fondled?” The mermaid said “No”, So the Italian said “Then I will-a show you.” And the Italian passionately fondled the mermaid for half an hour. Then the Scotsman spoke. “Byootiful mairmaid, have ye ever been skrooed?” The mermaid said, “No, I haven’t.” To this the Scotsman replied, “Well ye have now, the tide went out an hour ago!”

A man goes into a store and asks the clerk for some “Polish Sausage.” The clerk looked at him and asked “Are you Polish?” The guy, clearly offended, says “Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something. If I asked you for Italian Sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian? Or, if I asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German? Or if I asked you for a Kosher Hot Dog, would you ask me if I was Jewish? Or, if I asked you for a Taco, would you ask me if I was Mexican? Would ya, huh? Would ya?” The clerk says, “Well no.” “And if I asked you for some Irish Whiskey, would you ask me if I was Irish? What about Canadian Bacon, would you ask me if I was Canadian?” “Well, I probably wouldn’t,” With self-indignation, the guy says, “Well, all right then, why did you ask me if I’m Polish just because I asked for Polish Sausage?’ The clerk replies, “Because you’re at Home Depot.

The bartender was washing his glasses, when an elderly Irishman came in. With great difficulty, the Irishman hoisted his bad leg over the barstool, pulled himself up painfully and asked for a sip of Irish whiskey. The Irishman looked down the bar and said, “Is that Jesus down there?” The bartender nodded, so the Irishman told him to give Jesus an Irish whiskey, too. The next patron to come in was an ailing Italian with a hunched back, who moved very slow. He shuffled up to the barstool and asked for a glass of Chianti. He also looked down the bar and asked if that was Jesus sitting at the end of the bar. The bartender nodded, so the Italian said to give Him a glass of Chianti, too. The third patron to enter the bar was a redneck, who swaggered into the bar and hollered, “Barkeep, set me up a cold one! Hey, is that God’s Boy down there?” The barkeep nodded, so the redneck told him to give Jesus a cold one, too. As Jesus got up to leave, he walked over to the Irishman and touched him and said, “For your kindness, you are healed!” The Irishman felt the strength come back to his leg, so he got up and danced a jig out the door. Jesus touched the Italian and said, “For your kindness, you are healed!” The Italian felt his back straighten, so he raised his hands above his head and did a flip out the door. Jesus walked toward the redneck, but the redneck jumped back and exclaimed, “Don’t touch me! I’m drawing disability!”

An old Italian Mafia ‘Don’ is dying and he calls his grandson into his bedroom. ‘Lissin-a me. I wanna for you to taka my chrome plated 38 revolver so you will always remember me.’ ‘But grandpa, I really don’t lika guns. Howzabout you leava me your Rolex watch instead?’ ‘Shuddup an lissin. Somma day you gonna runna da business…..you gonna have a beautiful wife, lotsa money, a big home and maybe a couple a bambinos.’ ‘Somma day you gonna comma home and maybe finda you wife inna bed with another man. Whadda you gonna do then ……. pointa to your watch and say ‘Times up?’

The elderly Italian man went to his parish priest and asked if the priest would hear his confession. “Of course, my son,” said the priest. “Well, Father, at the beginning of World War Two, a beautiful woman knocked on my door and asked me to hide her from the Germans; I hid her in my attic, and they never found her.” “That’s a wonderful thing, my son, and nothing that you need to confess,” said the priest. “It’s worse, Father; I was weak, and told her that she had to pay for rent of the attic with her sexual favors,” continued the old man. “Well, it was a very difficult time, and you took a large risk – you would have suffered terribly at their hands if the Germans had found you hiding her; I know that God, in his wisdom and mercy, will balance the good and the evil, and judge you kindly,” said the priest. “Thanks, Father,” said the old man. “That’s a load off of my mind. Can I ask another question?” “Of course, my son,” said the priest. The old man asked, “Do I need to tell her that the war is over?”

For those of you who watch what you eat, here’s the final word on nutrition and health. It’s a relief to know the truth after all those conflicting nutritional studies. 1. The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 2. The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 3. The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 4. The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. 5. The Germans drink a lot of beers and eat lots of sausages and fats and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans. CONCLUSION Eat and drink what you like. Speaking English is apparently what kills you.

why don’t Italians like Jehovah’s witnesses? Italians don’t like ANY witnesses.

A man was getting a haircut prior to a trip to Rome. He mentioned the trip to the barber who responded, “Rome? Why would anyone want to go there? It’s crowded, dirty and full of Italians. You’re crazy to go to Rome. So, how are you getting there?” “We’re taking Delta,” was the reply. “We got a great rate!” “Delta?” exclaimed the barber. “That’s a terrible airline. Their planes are old, their flight attendants are rude, and they’re always late. So, where are you staying in Rome?” “We’ll be at the downtown International Marriott.” “That dump! That’s the worst hotel in the city. The rooms are small, the service is surly and they’re overpriced. So, whatcha doing when you get there?” “We’re going to go to see the Vatican and we hope to see the Pope.” “That’s rich,” laughed the barber. “You and a million other people trying to see him. He’ll look the size of an ant. Boy, good luck on this lousy trip of yours. You’re going to need it.” A month later, the man again came in for his regular haircut. The barber asked him about his trip to Rome. “It was wonderful,” explained the man, “not only were we on time in one of Delta’s brand new planes, but it was overbooked and they bumped us up to first class. The food and wine were wonderful, and I had a beautiful 28 year old stewardess who waited on me hand and foot. And the hotel – it was great! They’d just finished a $25 million remodeling job and now it’s the finest hotel in the city. They, too, were overbooked, so they apologized and gave us the presidential suite at no extra charge!” “Well,” muttered the barber, “I know you didn’t get to see the Pope.” “Actually, we were quite lucky, for as we toured the Vatican, a Swiss Guard tapped me on the shoulder and explained that the Pope likes to personally meet some of the visitors, and if I’d be so kind as to step into his private room and wait, the pope would personally greet me. Sure enough, five minutes later the Pope walked through the door and shook my hand! I knelt down and he spoke to me.” “Really?” asked the Barber. “What’d he say?” “He said, ‘Where’d you get the lousy haircut?’”

Five Germans in an Audi Quattro arrive at the Italian border. The Italian Customs Officer stops them and tells them “It’sa illegala to putta 5 people in a Quattro.” “Vot do you mean it’s illegal?” asks the German driver. “Quattro meansa four” replies the Italian official. “Quattro is just ze name of ze fokken automobile” the Germans retort unbelievingly. “Look at ze dam papers: ze car is designed to karry 5 persons.” “You canta pulla thata one on me!” replies the Italian customs officer. “Quattro meansa four. You have five-a people ina your car and you are thereforea breaking the law.” The German driver replies angrily, “You idiot! Call your zupervisor over. I vant to speak to someone viz more intelligence!” “Sorry” responds the Italian officer, “He can’ta come. He’sa busy witha 2 guys in a Fiat Uno.”

On a train from London to Manchester, an American was telling off the Englishman sitting across from him in the compartment. “You English are too stuffy. You set yourselves apart too much. Look at me… in me, I have Italian blood, French blood, a little Indian blood, and some Swedish blood. What do you say to that?” The Englishman said, “Very sporting of your mother.”

Three Italian nuns die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says, ‘Sisters, you all led such exemplary lives that the Lord is granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you wish to be. The first nun says, ‘I want to be Sophia Loren and *poof* she’s gone. The second says, ‘I want to be Madonna and *poof* she’s gone. The third says, ‘I want to be Sara Pipalini..’ St. Peter looks perplexed. ‘Who?’ he ask ‘Sara Pipalini,’ replies the nun. St. Peter shakes his head and says, ‘I’m sorry, but that name just doesn’t Ring a bell.’ The nun then takes a newspaper out of her habit and hands it to St. Peter. St Peter reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and Says. ‘No sister, the paper says it was the ‘ Sahara Pipeline’ that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months.’ If you laugh, you’re going straight to hell!

An Italian, an Irishman and a Chinese fellow are hired at a Sydney construction site. The foreman points to a huge pile of sand and says to the Italian guy, “You’re in charge of sweeping.” To the Irishman he says “You’re in charge of shoveling.” To the Chinese guy, “You’re in charge of supplies.” He then says, “Now, I have to leave for a little while. I expect you guys to make a dent in that there pile.” So the foreman goes away for a couple hours, but when he returns the pile of sand is untouched. He says to the Italian: “Why didn’t you sweep any of it?” The Italian replies in a heavy accent, “I no gotta broom, an’ you tella me dat de Chinese’a guy supposa bringa da supplies, but he disappear and I no finda him.” Then the foreman turns to the Irishman and asks why he didn’t shovel. The Irishman replies in his heavy brogue, “Aye, that ye did, but I couldn’t get meself a shovel. Ye left the Chinese fella in charge of supplies, but I couldn’t fin’ him.” The foreman is really angry now, and storms off looking for the Chinese guy. He can’t find him anywhere and is getting angrier by the minute. Just then, the Chinese guy springs out from behind the pile of sand and yells… “Supplies!!”

The 87 year old said; “Well, I eat Italian bread every day. It keeps your energy level high and you’ll have great stamina with the ladies.” So, on the way home, the 80 year old stops at the bakery. As he was looking around, the lady asked if he needed any help. He said, “Do you have any Italian bread?” She said, “Yes, there’s a whole shelf of it. Would you like some?” He said, “I want 5 loaves.” She said, “My goodness, 5 loaves…don’t you think by the time you get to the 5th it’ll be hard?” He replied, “Holy sh*t … does everybody in the world know about this Italian bread but ME?!”

Three old Italian spinsters die and go to heaven. At the Pearly Gates, they are met by St. Peter. He says “Ladies, you all led such wonderful lives that I’m granting you six months to go back to earth and be anyone you want to be. The first spinster says, “I want to be Sophia Loren;” and *poof* she’s gone. The second says, “I want to be Madonna;” and *poof* she’s gone. The third says, “I want to be Sara Pipalini.” St. Peter looks perplexed. “Who?” he says. “Sara Pipalini” replies the old spinster. St. Peter shakes his head and says; “I’m sorry, but that name just doesn’t ring a bell.” The old gal then takes a newspaper out of her purse and hands it to St. Peter. He reads the paper and starts laughing. He hands it back to her and says “No, my dear woman, the paper says it was the ‘Sahara Pipeline’ that was laid by 1,400 men in 6 months.”

My Italian friend has just lost both of his hands in a horrific accident…His doctor is worried that he may never talk again!

BREAKING NEWSAn Italian branch of Heinz Soups has just gone into administrone!

Last night I tried to go out for an Italian Meal, but there was a huge, fat woman standing in the doorway. I couldn’t get pasta.

I’m not saying all Irish are alcoholics, but Italians, Chinese + Mexicans have restaurants. The Irish only have pubs.

Speak English, kiss French, drive German, dress Italian, spend Arab, party Caribbean.

Trying to argue via text is like Being Italian and talking with handcuffs on.

Did you hear about the Italian chef that died? He pasta way. Although we cannoli do so much, he will forever be a pizza history. His wife? Cheese still not over it. Just goes to show here today, gone tomato. Lets send olive our prayers to the family.

What do you call a sketchy Italian neighbourhood? The Spaghetto.

Did you hear about the Italian chef who died? He pasta way.

What do you call an Italian with a rubber toe?Roberto

Breaking news: An Italian branch of Heinz Soups has just gone into administrone!

What do you call a rough Italian neighbourhood?Spaghetto.

Why do Italian policemen always carry bread around with them?Foccacia’n criminals.

Did you hear about the Italian chef with a terminal illness?He pastaway. Cannoli do so much.Now he’s just a pizza history.