Ég vona ég hafi ekki lesið þennan hérna en ég er 95% viss um að ég gerði það ekki þannig að ég læt hann flakka.

It happened a long time ago in the wild west that there were three men working on the railroad. One was American, the second was British and the third was a Chinaman.
One day at work the forman took them to big pile of sand. “we need to move this big pile of sand over there”, he said and pointed to the other side of the rail. “You, he said pointing at the American, will shovel the sand into the wheelbarrel, you, he said pointing at the British chap, will take the weelbarrel across the rail and dump the sand there and you, he said pointing at the chinaman, will take care of all the supplies”. He then left to let the men get to their work.
An hour later the forman returnes to find the big pile of sand untouched and the American and the British chap lying next to it sleeping. “What the hell is going on here?!?”, he yelled at the men, abrubtly waking them up. He turned to the british chap. “Why aren't you taking the sand across the rail?” “Well, said the British chap, you put the Chinaman in charge of the supplies but he dissapeared and didn't get me any weelbarrels”. “Why aren't you shoveling the sand across the rail?”, the forman asked the American. “Well, said the British chap, you put the Chinaman in charge of the supplies but he dissappeared and didn't get me any shovel”.
Outraged the forman started to look for the Chinaman. He started to walk around the big pile of sand when from out of nowhere the Chinaman jumpt infront of him and yelled:

“SUPPLIES!!!”.