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Abraham, an old Jewish immigrant, is a cloth merchant. He lives in London next door to Craig, the biggest Anti-Semite in town. One day Craig calls up Abraham and says, “Hey Jew. I want to buy a piece of orange cloth. The length must be from the tip of your nose to the tip of your penis, and I want it delivered tomorrow.”
Abe says “OK.”
The next morning Craig is awoken at 7am by the sound of lorries. He runs outside to see dozens of lorries dumping load after load of orange cloth in his front garden. Soon the front of his house is a sea of orange cloth 5 feet deep. Abe then presents Craig with a bill for

Did you know that whenever a chazzan hears some really bad new, he always takes his tuning fork from his pocket, taps it on a nearby hard surface to get the right key, then shouts out loud and clear, “Oy gevalt.”

A six-year old boy was found floating in the Atlantic Ocean today after being set adrift from Israel on a giant matzoh. (Matzoh: Passover cracker, i.e., unleavened bread).

The boy, Eliat Ginsburg, and his mother, set out from Israel in an attempt to reach the Jewish Homeland, Miami. They started out in a small boat, the S.S. Shanapunim, (Shanapunim: “pretty face”) which capsized when the American captain forgot that ocean waves near Israel go from right to left. (Note: ALL Hebrew is written and read from right to left).

Eliat’s heroic mother quickly pieced together the matzoh-raft and put him on it, then drowned under the weight of her gold jewelry. Her last words to her son were reported to be “Don’t marry a Shiksa.” (Shiksa: “gentile girl”..considered very bad form “She’ll eat your HEART out. (glug) (glug).”

Eliat was soon picked up by a passing Gefilte (“gefilte fish are delicious fish-balls eaten with horseradish that makes your nose run, or: “Jewish Dristan” as it is commonly referred to) fishing boat, and taken to Miami, after a quick nosh, (Nosh: a snack) a nice
piece cake, whatever.

There, he was turned over to the custody of his closest relatives, his great uncle, L’Chaim Ginsburg, and his 21-year old female cousin, M’shugena (M’shugena: CRAZY!!!) Ginsburg. He moved into their
home in a Retirement Community on a golf course.

Shortly thereafter, his father, Jacob Moses Ginsburg, who was still in Israel, was notified. He almost plotzed, (“plotzed: collapsed) and was taken to the Plotz Unit of a nearby hospital, where he was given a
chicken soup capsule and released. He then demanded to come to the U.S. to bring his son back.

Since it was Friday night, he walked to Miami. (Note: religious Jews do NOT ride on the Sabbath…); However, Eliat’s Miami relatives opposed the way he was being raised in Israel. They claimed that in
Israel, he had no freedom, no rights, no tennis lessons. Neighbors gathered around the Miami relatives’ house to prevent the authorities from taking him away.

They held up signs that read “Stay away! Every one of our sons are lawyers and they’re single, too, if you happen to know a nice Jewish girl.”

Meanwhile, they plied the boy with gifts to show him how wonderful it was in America. He was given a Video game which was promptly taken away because it could take an eye out.

He was then given a dreydl (Dreydl: Spinning top given to children for Chanukah) and played “Find the Afikomen” (Afikomen: a slab of matzos that is wrapped in a white napkin, then hidden; the children are turned loose (like insane cattle]…and the child who finds the hidden treasure, is rewarded with a 3-day all-expense paid cruise to nowhere) with his little cousins.

When the father arrived in Miami, he was greeted by federal officials who warned him not to go to the Miami house, because it was dangerous. He responded, “What danger? There’s no danger in Miami!” The Jewish media pounced on this story with all it’s power. Headlines read “LITTLE BOY PLAYS OUTSIDE WITHOUT A SWEATER.” Talk shows posed
questions like: “What’s more important, parenthood or politics?” and “What if an American boy was held in Israel?” and “Where can you get a nice sandwich in Miami?” and “Guess how much I paid for this?” It was ugly.

The boy’s cousin, M’Shugena, became his
primary caretaker, because she had no job, no kids, no husband and no skills. The situation took a toll on her. Neiman Marcus and Loehmans’s called to see why she hadn’t been in. Unbeknownst to her, the federal government was planning a secret rescue operation, known as “Operation Circumcise” to remove the boy from the house and cut him off from his family.

Just then, it happened. To get into the area unnoticed, they arrived in a van cleverly disguised to look like a Chinese food delivery truck, and stormed the house. Neighbors came running like a “vantz” (vantz: bed-bugs) when they heard the code word “traife” (traife: meaning “NOT Kosher”). Hundreds
of neighbors poured into the house in an attempt to prevent the boy from being taken, but they were slowed down by their need to kiss the mezuzah (“Mezuzah” is a small engraved holy scroll nailed to the doorway of every good Jewish home; the Orthodox kiss the scroll each time they enter or exit) each time they entered.

But a trap was set for the agents. To slow them down, M’Shugena had poured slippery chicken fat all over the floor. But the neighbors, armed only with menorahs (Menorahs: the holy 8-candelabra that are lit on
Chanukah:one candle is lit for each of the 8 days), were no match for the agents and their weapons.

The boy was taken to the waiting van, which would speed off to re-unite him with his waiting father, after making a few more deliveries.

We yell for the Government to balance the budget, then take the last dime we have to make the down payment on a car.

We whip the enemy in battle, then give them the shirt off our backs.

We yell for speed laws that will stop fast driving, then won’t buy a car if it can’t go over 100 miles an hour.

Americans get scared to death if we vote a billion dollars for education, then are unconcerned when we find out we are spending three billion dollars a year for cigarettes.

We know the line-up of every baseball team in the American and National Leagues but don’t know half the words in the “Star Spangled Banner.”

We’ll spend half a day looking for vitamin pills to make us live longer, then drive 90 miles an hour on slick pavement to make up for lost time.

We tie up our dog while letting our sixteen year old son run wild.

We will work hard on a farm so we can move into town where we can make more money so we can move back to the farm.

In the office we talk about baseball, shopping or fishing, but when we are out at the game, the mall or on the lake, we talk about business.

We are the only people in the world who will pay $.50 to park our car while eating a $.25 sandwich.

We’re the country that has more food to eat than any other country in the world and more diets to keep us from eating it.

We run from morning to night trying to keep our earning power up with our yearning power.

We’re supposed to be the most civilized Christian nation on earth, but we still can’t deliver payrolls without an armored car.

We have more experts on marriage than any other country in the world and still have more divorces.

MEYER, a lonely widower, was walking home along Golders Green Road one day, wishing something wonderful would happen to his life when he passed a Pet Store and heard a squawking voice shouting out in Yiddish:
“Quawwwwk… vus macht du… yeah, du… outside, standing like a putzel… eh?”
Meyer couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Suddenly, the proprietor came out of the shop and grabbed Meyer by the sleeve. “Come in here and check out this parrot… ”
Meyer was soon standing in front of an African Grey. The parrot cocked his little head and said: “Vus? Kenst reddin Yiddish?”
Meyer turned excitedly to the owner. “He speaks Yiddish?”
“Vuh den? Chinese maybe?”
In a matter of moments, Meyer had written out a cheque for

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