Helpin' a brotha out....

The following is a joke, told to me in English, from a drunk Norwegian.

Enjoy.

A man and his wife are having a baby. When the husband is told that his wife has gone into labor, he rushes to the hospital and is greeted by the doctor in the waiting room.

"Where is my baby? Where is my baby?", asked the husband.

"I will take you to your baby, but first I must warn you. There is a problem with your baby.", said the doctor.

"What is wrong with my baby?"

"Yes, I will show you your baby."

The two men walk to the nursery, and there they see a line of bassinets.

The first baby they see, is missing an arm.

"Oh no! Oh my God, my baby! My baby!", screamed the new father.

"No no, I am afraid this is not your baby. Your baby is much worse."

The second baby is missing both arms.

"Oh my God! My baby!"

"No no, I am afraid your baby is much worse."

The third baby is missing both arms, and both legs.

"Oh my God, what is wrong with me?! My poor baby!"

No no, I am afraid your baby is much worse.

The last baby, is just a shiny eyeball, looking straight up from the blanket that is swaddled around it.

"Oh my God! My poor, poor baby!", the father wailed. But then, he begins to feel the natural, fatherly instinct that all fathers feel, the feeling of fatherly pride. He looks on the bright side. "Well, at least my baby can see me, and know that I am it's father."

The doctor looks at the man and replies, "No no, that is the problem. Your baby is blind."

At the time that this joke was told to me, it was after midnight in a country that I had never been to, and I could not speak it's native language. Sitting at the party, outside on the deck, I was pretty much on my own, as everyone else was Norwegian, and therefore speaking Norwegian. So, as the title of the blog suggests, one of the party's guests helped a brotha out, by speaking in English. And I laughed hysterically.

Cheers for that.