Once upon a time some smart ass discovered that I am Finnish while I was abroad and he asked wouldn't it be funny if there was a Finn (a person from Finland) called Huckleberry Finn?
Well, in short this is my reply to the question above
As I'm a Finn from Finland, I would probably be called as Hukkaperii Finin as Finns don't want to mix English into Finnish, which means "eternal state of being lost in terms of social status and well-being that is going to be forced upon a person called Finn" or just that "this "Finn" dude is going to get loads of shit shoveled onto him by life itself".
Well, let me consider tha name as I have now translated it. Being referred to as a soon-to-be outcast is not such a bad name, is it? It is a rebellious name, as I think people would not call me that, if I wasn't doing any rebelling. I think I would revel in this name, it also seems like a funny anti-finnish statement, Finns are going to be snowed in by heavy storm of shit.
On the other hand, if the name was to be spelled Hukkaperii Finin with two Ns in Finnin, then it would be just too ridiculous and change my name immeadetly. You see, then the meaning changes immeadetly, since "finni" or "finnin" refers to a pimple, those red ugly spots you get on your face as a sign of acne. The whole name would mean "This pimple is going to the get shite squeezed out of it like never before, be ready to meet your maker, pimple!"
Here's one to begin with about work humor:
"Boss, how do you reckon us being able to work twice as hard as now, we already work overtime?"
"Well, you know what, I might have to answer your question there with another question. What are the chances of a rhinoceros and a man mating? Anyone? Zero when the mood is wrong, and very high when the music is just right. I should know, just look at my son sitting there in his glass cubicle all important looking picking his nose. That dumb-witted nose ring-sporting wild boar is certainly not purely bred out of my loins, I tell you that.
this is what happens when you give 5 minutes to spare to an office worker and introduce to him for the very first time the following rhyme search site: http://rhymebrain.com
Once upon a time there was a girl,
and it so happened that a gust of wind was to unfurl,
what was already rather scantily covering type of skirt,
and it so happened that she was an extrovert,
to the extent that her introverted and neat underneath labiae,
were not covered by a fabric so thin that you could think it must have been suffering from anoxia,
but instead the labiae were left for every honeybee to freely gape or even pass through,
making it an opportune place for all love-crazy caribou to organize their rendezvous,
make a hullabaloo,
hence the caribou overdrew,
subject to the magically powerful lure of the wild idea of overscrew,
but first gently fondle it as if it was a fondue in need of a gentle unerring stirring,
that would then rise to a steady gallop eventually blurring,
the preset outlines of the girliest of all that belongs to a girl.