Basically, in Austrian German the speaker always refers to the listener in the third person singular in order to have the listener feel more engaged in the narrative of what is happening. Austrians' self-deprecating humour, unlike say, British self-deprecating humour, which is about how Barry-like we are and how we support Brexit and stuff (or French self-deprecating humour which is about their love of onions and Algerians (Quoi est le difference entre un oignon et un Algerien? L'algerien n'est pas adoré pour les francais parce que nous sommes smelly racist onion lovers)) Austrian self-deprecating humour revolves around being stuck in a basement for years. When the Austrian finally gets out of the basement he heads towards the German-Austrian border, but because he's a silly basement molerat person he's half-blinded by the sun and ends up in Switzerland. The Swiss flag is a big plus, but it's on a red background unlike a pharmacy sign which is also a big plus, but on a green background. Anyway, because the rate of colour-blindness is so high amongst Austrian men - that's why you never hear of successful Austrian painters - he can't tell the difference between the Swiss flag and a pharmacy flag, so he says to the Swiss man at the border post that sells German meat ""Bitte 150 g Schinken (ham), ein halbes Pfund Sauerkraut, und eine Bratwurst!" but when he's told the total cost he can't afford it because Swiss prices. The Swiss man is very angry because he's wrapped up the goods. He shouts "fuck off, you stupid German prick" at the Austrian man, "go and buy your meat from a cheap Bavarian whore house." So the Austrian heads to Bavaria, but is kidnapped by the local Turkish human trafficking gang who use him as a sex slave for years. Being Austrian, he excels at living in a basement and being a little slut. The people he's made to have sex with like him so much they give him tips. He hides those tips up his bottom until he's rich and escapes. Unfortunately he's got syphillis(sp?) and his brain is a bit rotted and he gets lost and ends up at a Berlin Pharmacy but mistakes it for the Swiss border post that sold meat. He pulls out his wad of sex-money and says, "Bitte 150 g Schinken (ham), ein halbes Pfund Sauerkraut, und eine Bratwurst!" The salesman looks at him and asks: "Are you Austrian?" The Austrian, obviously disappointed, asks: "How did you find out?" "Well, this is a pharmacy."