After years of saving up, a Soviet man finally has enough to buy a car. He goes to the appropriate ministry and informs them that he would like to purchase a vehicle.
“There are currently shortages, it will be three years before your car is available,” the minister informs the man. “We will have it sent to your house when it’s ready.”
“Three years,” he responds. “What month?”
“August,” says the minister.
“August? What day in August?” Asks the man.
“The Second of August,” says the minister.
“Morning or Afternoon?” Asks the man.
“Why do you need to know?” Asks the minister, getting exasperated.
“The plumber is coming in the morning,” the man responds.
It is the Soviet time and a man is distributing leaflets in Red Square. He is stopped by a policeman, who confiscates them, only to discover that they are blank.
“What are you spreading? They are blank. Nothing is written!” the policeman exclaims.
“Why write?” the man replies. “Everybody knows!”
See, amazingly, The European Journal of Humour Research. Really, no joke: https://europeanjournalofhumour.org/