An English man, an Indian and an Irish man were in a forest, relieving themselves their loads beside each other.
The English man looked at the steaming pile left by the Indian and said to him:
“Nice crap son.”
The Indian glanced to his side and appreciating the Irish mans leavings, remarked:
“That’s handsome faecal matter. I am very impressed.”
And the Irish man, when finished, checked out the English mans stain:
“Sure, that’s a grand ‘ole lot you have there.”
So, as it were, they all stood around admiring each other’s brown stuffs.
But never did the trio realise that, in the end, it’s all just shit.