Lähden huomenna Pariisiin ja sen kunniaksi historiallinen vitsi.
Valitettavasti enklantin kielellä, kun en jaksa kääntää ja lisäksi se todistaa, etten keksi tätä itse.

A German boy in his teens is speaking to his grandfather. The grandfather is speaking of his youth.
"When I was in Paris" the grandfather says "We pissed up the side of the Arc de Triomphe, got drunk in the streets, and we slapped every French woman's ass we found!"
A couple of months later, the Grandfather and the grandson meet again. The grandson is decidedly glum.
"What is the matter?" Asks the grandfather.
"I was in Paris last month; we pissed up the side of the Arc de Triomphe, but the Frenchmen beat us up, we stayed up drunk in the streets, but we were arrested, and we slapped every Frenchwoman's ass, but their fiances beat us!"
"Who did you go with?" asks the Grandfather
"A travel-agents!"
"Well, there is your problem!"
"Why, who did you go with, Grandfather?"
"The Wehrmacht, of course!"

Onnistuneen matkan jälkeen ammennetaan samasta lähteestä:

Three men, an old one, a middle-aged one and a young one are riding on a train somewhere in West Germany in the fifties. They stare at each other for a long time. Eventually, the young man says:
"Don't look at me that way. I was in Stalingrad. I was in the Ardennes. I got the Ritterkreuz!"
The middle-aged man replies:
"Nice. I was at Verdun and Ypres. I was in the last unit to be pulled out from both. I got the Pour le mérite!"
The old man says:
"Sweet. I was at Sedan and the siege of Paris. I ain't got no bloody medal, but we won the 'kin war!"