Hilarious Joke Time!

Once upon a time in sunny South Africa, there were two inseparable friends: Dom Jan and Slim Jan. These two were the ultimate jack-of-all-trades—no job too big, no task too small. They could fix a car, paint a house, or even teach a parrot to recite Shakespeare!

One day, they landed a job on a skyscraper so tall that when they looked down, they felt like they were on top of the world. They were working hard, hammering, drilling, and trying not to drop any tools on unsuspecting pedestrians below.

As lunch approached, the two friends decided to take a well-deserved break. They climbed up to the roof, basking in the sun and enjoying the view. Slim Jan eagerly opened his lunchbox, his mouth watering in anticipation. But as he pulled out his sandwich, he froze. There it was: polony.

“Not again!” he exclaimed, holding up the offending sandwich like it was a crime scene. “I swear, if I see polony one more time, I’m going to jump off this building!”

Dom Jan chuckled, opening his own lunch. And lo and behold, what did he find? Polony! “Well, looks like we’re having a polony party,” he joked, but inside, he was just as disappointed.

The next day, they returned to work, and guess what? It was lunch again! Slim Jan opened his sandwich, eyes wide with hope. But there it was, staring back at him: polony. “This is getting ridiculous! If there’s polony in my sandwich tomorrow, I’m jumping!” he declared.

Dom Jan sighed and nodded, “I’m with you, buddy. No more polony!”

Day three rolled around, and the same routine unfolded. They climbed to the roof, and Slim Jan, with a mix of dread and hope, opened his sandwich. Polony! “That’s it! I’m serious this time!” he shouted, shaking his fist at the sky.

Dom Jan, trying to lighten the mood, said, “Maybe we should just start a polony support group!” But deep down, he felt the same frustration.

On the fourth day, they were both on edge. They climbed the stairs to their lunch spot, and Slim Jan took a deep breath before unwrapping his sandwich. He opened it slowly, like a magician revealing his trick, and—surprise!—polony again!

“Okay, that’s it!” Slim Jan yelled. “Tomorrow, if there’s polony, we jump!”

Dom Jan, now fully onboard, agreed, “Deal! I’m done with this polony shit!”

Finally, the fateful fifth day arrived. They climbed to the roof, their hearts racing. Slim Jan opened his sandwich with a mix of hope and dread. And yes, you guessed it—polony!

Without a second thought, they both looked at each other, nodded, and leaped off the building in a dramatic fashion, arms flailing like they were on a roller coaster.

At their funeral, Slim Jan's wife was in tears, baffled by the whole ordeal. “Why did he jump? He always made his own sandwich!”

Dom Jan’s wife chimed in, “Same here! I told him to put whatever he wanted on his bread! Instead? He made himself polony sandwitch!”

And from that day on, the legend of the two friends who couldn’t escape polony lived on, reminding everyone to always check their sandwiches! (Even though you made it yourself)