Okay, here's one I've been trying to suppress, but I can't hold it in any longer. My Spanish teacher told this one to my eighth grade class:

There was a little Mexican boy named José who took a trip into the US to see a Major League Baseball game. Naturally, he ended up in the nosebleed seats. When he got home, one of his friends asked him how he'd enjoyed the game and how the Americans had treated him. The little boy said, "Oh, they were so very, very nice! At the beginning of the game, they all stood up and said, 'José, can you see?'"

-Cynth"ducking flying tomatoes"ia