Breakfast in Paris

An Australian is having breakfast, in Paris, one morning (coffee, croissants, bread, butter and jam) when a Frenchman, chewing bubble-gum, sits down next to him. The Australian ignores the Frenchman who, nevertheless, starts a conversation.

Frenchman: 'You Australian folk eat the whole bread??'

Australian (in a bad mood): 'Of course.'

Frenchman: (after blowing a huge bubble) 'We don't. In France , we only eat what's inside.. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle it, transform them into croissants and sell them to Australia .'

The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.

The Australian listens in silence.

The Frenchman persists: 'Do you eat jam with the bread??'

Australian 'Of Course.'

Frenchman: (cracking his bubble-gum between his teeth and chuckling)..

'We don't. In France we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, then we put all the peels, seeds, and leftovers in containers, recycle them, transform them into jam, and sell the jam to Australia .'

After a moment of silence, The Australian then asks: 'Do you have sex in France ?'

Frenchman: 'Why of course we do', he says with a big smirk.

Australian 'And what do you do with the condoms once you've used them?'

Frenchman: 'We throw them away, of course.'

Australian: 'We don't. In Australia , we put them in a container, recycle them, melt them down into bubble-gum, and sell them to France .'