How about
:
Two Corsicans are sleeping in a tree and the one in the lower branches calls up to the one in the upper branches and asks, "Hey, man. Do me a favor; look down here and tell me if my zipper is open."
The one above says, "Leave me alone, I'm trying to sleep."
The first one says again, "Come on, man. Just look down and tell me if my zipper is open."
"No, fuck off; I'm sleeping."
The first one says with resignation, "Fuck it, I'll wait until tomorrow to pee."
I heard that joke in the 18th Arrondissement of Paris, in 1983. I got it, but the impact was lost on me as I really knew nothing at all about Corsicans or how they were perceived by the French.
Sometimes humor is like wine in that it doesn't travel well.
