Religion & Clergy · 2026-11-04
Three construction workers on their lunch break...
Three construction workers on their lunch break...
One of them is Italian, one is Irish and one is German. They sit on the top of an 8 story building they are currently working on, ready to open their lunch boxes.
The Italian opens his lunch box: "Spaghetti again? Every day it'sa Spaghetti! Always a Spaghetti! If I have to eata the Spaghetti one more time I'ma gonna jumpa!"
The Irish opens his lunch box: "Awww not Black Pudding againsh! I swear I have have to eash Black Pudding one more god damn time, I jump!"
The German opens his lunch box: "Really? Sauerkraut again? I can't take it any more! Next time I have to eat ze Sauerkraut I jump!"
The next day all three of them sit together again. The Italian opens his lunch box. Spaghetti. He jumps. The Irish opens his lunch box. Black Pudding. He jumps. The German opens his lunch box. Sauerkraut. He jumps.
At the funeral the widows of the three men meet. The Italian woman weeps: "I had a no idea! If only I had known he doesn't a want a eata the Spaghetti!". The Irish woman is equally distraught: "He never told me to make something else! He could have just told me! I'm so sorry!"
They look at the German woman, who doesn't seem sad but rather puzzled. They ask her why she's not crying, to which she said:
"I just don't get it. He always prepared his own lunches."
One of them is Italian, one is Irish and one is German. They sit on the top of an 8 story building they are currently working on, ready to open their lunch boxes.
The Italian opens his lunch box: "Spaghetti again? Every day it'sa Spaghetti! Always a Spaghetti! If I have to eata the Spaghetti one more time I'ma gonna jumpa!"
The Irish opens his lunch box: "Awww not Black Pudding againsh! I swear I have have to eash Black Pudding one more god damn time, I jump!"
The German opens his lunch box: "Really? Sauerkraut again? I can't take it any more! Next time I have to eat ze Sauerkraut I jump!"
The next day all three of them sit together again. The Italian opens his lunch box. Spaghetti. He jumps. The Irish opens his lunch box. Black Pudding. He jumps. The German opens his lunch box. Sauerkraut. He jumps.
At the funeral the widows of the three men meet. The Italian woman weeps: "I had a no idea! If only I had known he doesn't a want a eata the Spaghetti!". The Irish woman is equally distraught: "He never told me to make something else! He could have just told me! I'm so sorry!"
They look at the German woman, who doesn't seem sad but rather puzzled. They ask her why she's not crying, to which she said:
"I just don't get it. He always prepared his own lunches."
Source: Reddit.