There's a village in Nuremburg whose name means "eavesdropper" in German. Now, what did this village provide the whole world with for almost 100 consecutive Christmases?
War criminals.
Oh, dear.
[starts revolving his arm as though roasting on a spit] You know, the old tradition of roasting a war criminal.... With a glass of sherry... "Cheers, Mr Pumblechook!"
God in Heaven! Oh, Lord.
Compliments of the season!
Did they...
[German accent] "I was obeying orders!" [continues roasting on the spit while drinking deeply from a glass of sherry]







