Some "Ethnic" Humor.

It's hard to tell from the picture above, but my ancestors' gravestones next to some fjord somewhere are hilarious in person!

My Norwegian Uncle Nels Told Me A Funny Norwegian Joke

Olie says to Lena: “Hey, did I tell you that Sven Blomquist stopped by to borrow some lard while you were at the Luther League meeting last night?”
“No,” says Lena. “Did you let him in?”
“Of course I didn’t let him in our happy Norwegian homestead,” Olie says. "Sven Blomquist's a Swede!"
“Ufda!" Lena exclaims, hands on her hips. "Olie, we're not in Norway anymore: just because Sven’s a Swede does not mean he’s dumb, ugly or a bad man...”
“Well, he didn't seem so nice to me," replies Olie. "He called me a swear word."
"He did? When?"
"Well, after that lingonberry-eating son-of-a-bitch knocked on our door, I was pretty darn annoyed. So I tracked him down all the way to his Swede neighborhood and beat the crap out of him with a piece of lutefiske. And that's when he called me a 'motherfucker.'"

My Swedish Uncle Alberik Told Me A Funny Swedish Joke

"Ufda!" Anna exclaims, as she scrapes the uneaten lingonberries into the garbage. "This pantry stinks to high heaven!!!"
"It's that dead animal," says Sven. "I'll take care of it after I finish watching the Abba Behind-The-Music program..."
"Sven Blomquist," Anna interrupts. "I can barely breathe in that kitchen..."
"Alright, alright," Sven harrumphs.
Anna puts down her scrubbing brush to watch Sven lumber toward the pantry.
"Yuk, it smells like rotting lutefiske in here!" Sven hollers, as he opens the pantry door.
Anna peaks over Sven's shoulder and does a double-take: "Sven...why is Olie Olsen's body hidden in our pantry?"
"I told ya already," says Sven, annoyed. "After I stalked and killed him for hitting me over the head with that disgusting fish, I had to hide his body somewhere. We're not in Sveden anymore, Anna: Killing Norwegians is illegal in Minnesota!"

My Black Uncle Alfred Told Me A Funny Black Joke

"Cracka, get the hell on," yells Uncle Alfred. "I don't know you."
I've got him talking to me now, I think to myself jubilantly, as I walk up the block. I've got an actual, genuine, bona fide black man responding to "Uncle Alfred"!!! Yes! Yes! YESSSS!!!!!
Note: Now that I've got the black man responding to "Uncle Alfred," I've started calling him up and leaving casual messages in which I nonchalantly ask if he can tell me some good black jokes. I don't want to get my hopes up, but I think it's only a matter of time before he tells me some sort of black joke that I can post here...I wonder if his name really is Uncle Alfred? Well, only time will tell, I guess.