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| Old Joke with a Greek Twist to It | ||||||||||||||
| Mrs. Dionysiou was walking down Halsted Street in Greektown Chicago and coming in the opposite direction was Father George. "Yiasou", said Father, "How are you today Mrs. Dionysiou? Didn't I marry you about two years ago?" | ||||||||||||||
| She replied, "Yes you did Father George." | ||||||||||||||
| The priest asked, "So, are there any mora (babies) yet?" | ||||||||||||||
| "Oxi, not yet Father", she said. | ||||||||||||||
| "Well", said Father George, "I'll be going to the monastiri (monastery) in Istanbul next week, and I'll light a keri (candle) for you." | ||||||||||||||
| Mrs. Dionysiou said, "Efxaristo (thank you), Father!" And away she went. | ||||||||||||||
| A few years later they met again. "Well, Mrs. Dionysiou", said Father George, "ti kaneis (how are you)?" | ||||||||||||||
| "Poli kala (very well)", she said. | ||||||||||||||
| "And tell me", Father George said. "are there any mora yet?" | ||||||||||||||
| "Oh yes, Father. I've had three sets of twins, and four singles - deka ola ola (ten in all)." | ||||||||||||||
| "Now, isn't that wonderful!", he said. "And how is your lovely husband?" | ||||||||||||||
| "Oh!", she said. "he's gone to the monastiri in Istanbul." | ||||||||||||||
| "And why did he go to Istanbul?" | ||||||||||||||
| "To blow out that gamimeno (fucking) keri!" | ||||||||||||||