An Irishman, Scotsman and Englishman.... Were having lunch, on the top of their office building block, seated on some nice benches. The Irishman opens up his packed lunch, dives into it and pulls out his sandwich and says, > Beef, not again, if my wife makes me have beef one more bloody time I'm going to jump off this roof The Englishman opens up his lunch, and pulls out his sandwich, > Ham again... Oh man, I'll join you, one more damn ham sandwich and I'm going to jump off this roof, I swear I will The Scotsman opens up his lunch, the smell of fish erupts from the bag, and he pulls out his sandwich > Tuna... A tuna sandwich... again... boys, I can't spend another minute of my life on this roof eating tuna, if I get a tuna sandwich tomorrow, I'll jump off too The next day, it's lunch time, and the three men are sitting on their bench, tired from their work. The Irishman opens up his packed lunch, pulls out his sandwich and says > Beef... Beef... ******* Beef. He jumps off the roof and falls to his death. Unconcerned, the Englishman rushes open his packed lunch, pulls out his sandwich and says > It's ham. Ham. He jumps off the roof. The Scotsman opens up his lunch, pulls out his sandwich and says > Tuna, why God why. He jumps off the roof. The three men lie dead in the streets below. At the Scotsman's funeral, sorrow filled the room. A quiet voice asked his wife, >Why did you keep making him tuna sandwiches if they were making him so unhappy? She replied >He makes his own sandwiches.