A Pinoy went to a bar in Hawaii to have some drinks. At the
counter, he sat
next to the famous Hollywood director, Steven Spielberg, who
was already
ahead by a quart of alcohol. After a couple of beers, the
Pinoy sensed that
Spielberg was glaring at him.
Suddenly, in a flash, the Pinoy crashed down from his stool,
fell by a
vicious look from the director.
Picking himself up, he yelled, "Wat da hell is dat
por?"
Spielberg ranted: "That's for the bombing of Pearl
Harbor, you $@#!!!.. My
dad perished in that bombing!"
"'Tang 'na! I am not Jafanese, you stufid nincomfoof! I
am Pilifino!"
exclaimed the Pinoy.
The inebriated director replied, "Yeah, yeah, yeah....
Japanese, Burmese,
Chinese, Vietnamese, Filipino ...you are all the same."
Regaining his composure, the Pinoy dusted off his white
pants, straightened
the collar of his loud bird-of-paradise printed shirt, took
his seat and
ordered a double R&B from the bartender. After a few
sips, the Pinoy stood
up and delivered his best Jackie Chan karate kick, sending
the director
flying halfway across the room.
"What was that for?!!" shouted the surprised
Spielberg from about fifteen
feet away.
"Dat's por da sinking of da TITANIC! I had my granpader
on dat shif!" the
Pinoy answered back.
"You ignorant Chink! The TITANIC was sunk by an
iceberg!" exclaimed the
director.
"Yah, yah, yah... Iceberg, Sfielberg, Carlsberg... you
are all the same,
too!"