Don't mention the War ...
My Godfather was German. Very German. He was a stoic frowning chap who didn't say much unless a bit pissed and he and the Godmother would come over every Sunday afternoon to play cards with my folks and drink a lot. Much swearing, laughter and poor parenting would ensue.

The German Godfather was a fantastically competitive card player. He had a curious habit. Once the first card of the trick was played, he would immediately select a card from his hand, raise himself slightly from his chair, and hold it aloft over the current trick before slamming it down in triumph. Being a 10 year old short arse, I learned to sit at an angle where I could see the card he was about to play.

Boy, did it piss him off if anyone played something that forced him to change his Triumphantly Held Aloft card mid-play. Something I learned to do rather well. I would throw entire games, to this effect, and much amusement from my parents who had cottoned on and enjoyed baiting the old bugger.

Well the sport couldn't last forever. One Sunday, things came to a head. As the day wore on and more and more beer was consumed by the adults, my Godfather's frustration at having his nigh on OCD like card playing style constantly thwarted by a 10 year old built up to cartoon like 'steam whistling out his ears' levels. The air was thick with German expletives from him and drunken laughter from his wife and my folks. His neatly trimmed moustache was quivering like an epileptic caterpillar. And suddenly, he caught me looking at his Triumphantly Held Aloft Card.

The jig was up. He stood up and threw his hand down on the table and rounded on me with violence in his eyes. My very drunken parents took a while to get over their guffaws and realise that this had gone well and truely past a joke.

As I sat there, 10 years old, expecting a back handed blow to the side of the head, the German Godfather suddenly said:

- Why do niggers have big nostrils?
[Stunned silence.]
- That's where God holds them when he's painting them.

And he stormed off.
(Que?, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 2:28, 12 replies)

Well,
that's that cleared up then.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 8:03, closed)

This should stop
it's just a stream of very old racist jokes, wrapped up in a lot of dubious / uninteresting backstory.
(username failed moderation, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 9:08, closed)

By 'stream of racist jokes'...
you mean one.
(Mr Fudge It shouldn't be illegal to have sex with an eagle, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 9:36, closed)

I mean the whole
QOTW.

We're really plumbing the depths here.

It's not a question, it's just a statement of fact. Old people are racist. Add a very old joke to the end of the story, that's all we're getting.

OK, vote with feet. I know.

Carry on.
(username failed moderation, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 9:47, closed)

Ah!
All is now clear. Totally agree with you though, question of the week has been awful recently.
(Mr Fudge It shouldn't be illegal to have sex with an eagle, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 11:44, closed)

He's got the joke wrong.
It should have been: Why do Jews have big noses? (a: because air is free).

Disclaimer: I don't find either joke to be amusing, but my grandfather would have, as would my parents.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 9:40, closed)

I heard this as "why do niggers have flat noses?" The response to which was "its where God put his foot when he was ripping off their tails"

Lol
(tyrellsOwl, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 9:55, closed)

That's just bizarre.

( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 10:02, closed)

"Lol"?
Really?

...

You should get out more, you know.
( shinyshinyscalp less a man, more a way of life, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 11:09, closed)

I thought it was kinda funny. Tell me a joke you like so I can ridicule your sense of humour.
(tyrellsOwl, Fri 28 Oct 2011, 13:43, closed)

Sense of humour
You can tell a lot about somebody by what they laugh at. I think I know a lot about you.

As for the post - if true, that would be a story etched into the back of your memory.
(justin(e), Fri 28 Oct 2011, 17:41, closed)

Look where you are....not that I care about what strangers on the internet think of me, but if you are someone afraid of being judged by your sense of humour I shouldn't think this is the place for you. Maybe head over to tumblr or something.
(tyrellsOwl, Mon 31 Oct 2011, 13:00, closed)