Three latvian in bar braggingbablut sons. Fitst say, "my son farmer. Have have as much potatonas want" Second say "my son is soldier, cute he can have sex as manybwoman as want;" Third say, "my son not born, he doesnt face crept world" Others say "you are beat us" but all are sad.

Why did the suicidal chicken cross the road? To get to .the other side.