Some jokes are too good to pass…
A Pinoy went to a bar in Hawaii to have some drinks. At the counter, he sat next to the famous Hollywood director, Steven Spielberg who was already ahead by a quart of alcohol. After a couple of beers, the Pinoy sensed that Spielberg was glaring at him. Suddenly, in a flash the Pinoy crashed down from his stool, felled by a vicious hook from the director.
Picking himself up, he yelled, “Wat da hell is dat por?”
Spielberg ranted: “That’s for the bombing of Pearl Harbor, you #@@!!##! My dad perished in that bombing!”
“Tang Na! I am not Jafanese, you stufid Nincomfoof! I am Filipino!” exclaimed the Pinoy.
The inebriated director replied, “Yeah yeah yeah ….Japanese, Burmese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Filipino …you are all the same.”
Regaining his composure, the Pinoy dusted off his white pants, straightened the collar of his loud bird-of-paradise printed shirt, took his seat and ordered a double R&B from the bartender. After a few sips, the Pinoy stood up and delivered his best Jackie Chan karate kick, sending the director flying halfway across the room.
“What was that for?!!” shouted the surprised Spielberg from about fifteen feet away.
“Dat’s por da sinking of da TITANIC! I had my grandpader on dat shif!” the Pinoy answered back.
“You ignorant Chink! The TITANIC was sunk by an iceberg!” exclaimed the director.
“Yah yah yah…Iceberg, Sfielberg, Carlsberg… you are all the same.”