My friend MIrcea from Brasov told me the following jokes in 1990. There must have been a high degree of risk in telling jokes like these.
In the morning the sun greets Mr. Ceausescu with “Good Morning Mr. Ceausescu, you look wonderful.
In the afternoon, while eating lunch, the sun greets Mr. Ceausescu with “Good to see you.”
In the late afternoon, while eating dinner, the sun says to Mr. Ceausescu, “Go to hell you bastard!”
Why? Because the sun is now in the West.
The radio announcer says Mr. Ceausescu is waking up. Now you may wake up.
Then the radio announcer says Mr. Ceausescu is brushing his teeth. Now you may brush your teeth.
Mr. Ceausescu is now dressing. Now you may dress.
Mr. Ceausescu is now eating his breakfast. You may go to work.
Life in 1980s Romania 