Hitler and his chauffeur take a drive in the countryside. All of
a sudden, boom! They drive over a chicken. Hitler tells the chauffeur, "We
have to tell the farmer. Let me do it. I'm the Fuehrer, he'll understand."
After two minutes, Hitler runs back holding his backside -- the farmer had
given him a thrashing. The two drive on. Again, boom! They run into a pig.
Hitler barks, "You go to the farmer this time!" The chauffeur follows his
orders but comes back a half an hour later, falling-down drunk with a basket
filled with sausages and presents. Hitler is stunned. "What did you tell the
farmer?" And the chauffeur says, "I just said, 'Heil Hitler, the pig is
dead!' and they gave me these gifts!"

