A real groaner for you...
A Russian couple were walking down the street in St. Petersburg the
other night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. “I think it’s raining,” he said to his wife. “No, that felt more like
snow to me,” she replied. “No, I’m sure it was just rain, he said.” Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about
whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw a minor communist
party official walking toward them. “Let’s not fight about it,” the man said, “let’s ask Comrade Rudolph
whether it’s officially raining or snowing.” As the official approached, the man said, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is
it officially raining or snowing?” “It’s raining, of course,” he answered and walked on. But the woman insisted: “I know that felt like snow!” To which the man quietly replied: “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!”
A Russian couple were walking down the street in St. Petersburg the
other night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. “I think it’s raining,” he said to his wife. “No, that felt more like
snow to me,” she replied. “No, I’m sure it was just rain, he said.” Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about
whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw a minor communist
party official walking toward them. “Let’s not fight about it,” the man said, “let’s ask Comrade Rudolph
whether it’s officially raining or snowing.” As the official approached, the man said, “Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is
it officially raining or snowing?” “It’s raining, of course,” he answered and walked on. But the woman insisted: “I know that felt like snow!” To which the man quietly replied: “Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!”
