An Englishman having breakfast in Paris

An Englishman 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 Englishman ignores the Frenchman
who, nevertheless, starts a
conversation.
Frenchman: "You English folk eat the
whole bread??"
Englishman (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 England."
The Frenchman has a smirk on his face.

The Englishman listens in silence.

The Frenchman persists: "Do you eat
jam with the bread??"
Englishman: "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
England."

After a moment of silence, The
Englishman then asks: "Do you have
sex in France?"
Frenchman: "Why of course we do", he
says with a big smirk.

Englishman: "And what do you do with
the condoms once you've used them?"
Frenchman: "We throw them away, of
course."

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