"Speaking of promotions, have you had a visitor to your beautiful island named Felderhof?"
Don Fidel scowled at Jack, and asked, "Where did you hear that rumor from."
"I have my sources," said Jack, meeting Fidel's steely eyes with his own. "I bet the money that scumbag has could pay for a lot of beans and rice for your people."
"Gentlemen,gentlemen!" exclaimed the Pontiff, "Let's talk of something pleasant."
"Ok," responded Fidel, "Did you hear the one about the Jew, the Englishman, and the Pollack?
"Don Fidel," said the Pope, turning red, "I think you forget that I am Polish!"
"Ok Pope, in that case, I'll tell it real slow."
The Pope jumped out of his chair and slapped Fidel across the face with a pair of white gloves he carried specially with him so as not to bet grease on his fingerprints when eating greasy Cuban food. "I demand satisfaction! Your choice of weapons!"
"Knives," responded Fidel.
"Wait a minute!" said Jill, "You two old farts are too old to be poking at each other with knives. What do you thing this is, Puerta Rico?"......... |
