An American, An Englishman, and a German are walking down a country road...

...When they see storm clouds on the horizon. Not wanting to spend the night out in the cold rain, they run for the nearest shelter they can make out: A farmhouse. They ask the farmer if they can stay the night, and he replies, "Well, I DID have three beds, but one of them got infected with bedbugs. So, one of ya's gonna have to sleep with the pigs!" The American, gung-ho can-do man he is, says, "Alright, pilgrim, guess I'll take one for the team. Take me down!"

So he goes to sleep with the pigs, the Englishman and the German sleep in their nice warm cots. Five minutes later, KNOCK KNOCK. They open the door, it's the American, looking half-dead. "Good God, the stench! I can't take it! There's no way I'm going back down there!" The Englishman, with compassion and empathy in his heart, says, "Well, chaps, looks like I'll be the one sleeping with the pigs. For Queen And Country..." He goes down to sleep with the pigs, The American and the German are rolling over to sleep. Five minutes later, KNOCK KNOCK. They open it up; it's the Englishman, ALSO looking half-dead. "Lord, it's simply rotten down there! Haven't smelt anything worse since my mother's casserole!" The German has finally had enough of their wining, and exclaims "You are both PATHETIC! I shall go down to sleep with ze pigs and show you weaklings how it's done!" So the German goes down to sleep with the pigs, the American and the Englishman go to sleep. Sure enough, five minutes later, KNOCK KNOCK. They open the door...

...It's the pigs.

(I sincerely apologize to all German people.)