My first job was a night job in a mostly male type shop. I heard the same jokes week in and week out.
Big Guy: Hey Chrome, I just saved your life.
Me: Oh yeah, how?
Big Guy: I killed a shit-eatin’ dog
From my boss:
The French they are a funny race: they fight with their feet and fuck with their face.
Also from my boss:
It was a musical instrument called a swinette. It’s three hairs stretched across a pig’s ass, and you pluck it with your teeth.