2 Québecois businessmen in Trois-Rivières were sitting down for a break in their soon-to-be new store. As yet, the store wasn't ready, with only a few shelves set up. One said to the other, 'I bet any minute now some idiot tourist is going to walk by, put his face to the window, & ask what we're selling.' No sooner were the words out of his mouth when, sure enough, a curious Newfie walked to the window, had a peek, & in a thick Newfie accent asked 'What might ye be sellin' here?' One of the men replied sarcastically, 'We're selling morons.'
Without skipping a beat, the Newfie said, 'Yer doing well, b'y...only two left!'
An older man in the Maritimes calls his son on the West Coast and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing - thirty-five years of misery is enough." "Dad, what are you talking about?" the son screams. "We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the older man says. We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Toronto and tell her," and he hangs up. Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone. "Like heck they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this." She calls her father immediately, and screams at him, "You are NOT getting divorced. Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back, and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.
The older man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife.
"Okay," he says, "They're coming for Christmas and paying their own fares. Now what do we tell them for next Christmas?