Disclaimer: My father is Khuzestani, specifically Khoramshahr. I.e., I give myself license to joke about my people. Enjoy!
ONE
Ye abadani be dostesh mige, vakhti sage man miyad khune, dar mizane. Dostesh mige, chera? Mage kelid nadare?
(One Abadani tells his friend, “When my dog comes home, he knocks on the door.” His friend replies, “Why? He doesn’t have a key?”)
TWO
Ye esfehani mikhad safar kone be abadan, ke bebine age untori ke shenid abadaniha lof mizanan. Mirese be abadan, va ye sob piyade ravi mire. pishe ye pol miste vakhti ke ye abadani dare ba noone tazesh rad mishe. esfehani be abadani mige, “agha, to esfehan iyn pol ra to ye hafte misazan.” abadani be pol niga mikone, bad be esfehani niga mikone. “vay khoda, iyn pol? vakhti raftam naanva aslan iynja nabud.”
(An Esfehani wants to go to Abadan, to see whether, according to their reputation, Abadanis really bluff. He arrives in Abadan, and one morning goes for a walk. He stands by a bridge while an Abadani is passing by with fresh flatbread. The Esfehani tells the Abadani, “Mister, in Esfehan, this bridge would be built in one week.” The Abadani looks at the bridge, then looks at the Esfehani. “Oh God! This bridge? When I went to the bakery, it wasn’t even here!”)
I hope I executed these jokes well!
