What life is like there.......
 
...then every juan will want to live down there.

The name of my bowling team is *gutter sluts*.  And no, we ain't too proud to beg.

I'm Polish. I own my own bowling shoes.

The high up ones, the low down ones, the bowling ones or the typographic ones?
 
The Scots around here call the high up ones 'roans'.
 
They just do it to annoy the English though.

I'm English + Norwegian + German. A peculiar ethnic blend famous for bland sausages made from disgusting parts of pigs.
 
The Poles, OTOH, gave us kielbasa, for which I will forever be grateful. 
 
I don't even like thinking about the nasty meat-things the Scots consume.
 
What? Shoes to sausages an awkward segue? Not when you're hungry.

I'm a Dutch-English-American (which is why I excelled at speed skating and darts).
 
You say you didn't know?  Why?  Do we all look alike??? 

I knew a bloke once, his dad was French, his mum was a Pygmy.
 
He was a brilliant cook, but he couldn't reach the stove.
 
 
I knew a woman once, her dad was Russian, her mum was a Swiss-Arab.
 
She used to walk ten yards behind her husband, drinking vodka out of a cuckoo clock.

What do you get when you cross an Elephant with a Rhinoceros?
 
Hell if I know!
 
(For James: "Elephino"  )

bapu
What life is like there.......
 
...then every juan will want to live down there.

You mean ... that poop REALLY stinx?