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A man goes to see the Rabbi. "Rabbi, something
terrible is happening and I have to talk to you about
it."
The Rabbi asked, "What's wrong?"
The man replied, "My wife is poisoning me." The
Rabbi, very surprised by this, asks, "How can that
be?"
The man then pleads, "I'm telling you, I'm
certain she's poisoning me. What should I do?"
The Rabbi then offers, "Tell you what. Let me
talk to her. I'll see what I can find out and I'll
let you know."
A week later the Rabbi calls the man and says. "I
spoke to your wife...spoke to her on the phone
for three hours. You want my advice?"
The man said yes, and the Rabbi replied, "Take the
poison.
Morris was working as a handyman for a synagogue
and asked for a raise. He was turned down, so
resigned and went over to the Catholic church to seek
gainful employment.
There, the priest asked him, "Where was Jesus born?"
Morris answered, "Pittsburgh" and was told that he
could not have the job.
He went over to the Baptist church, and the
minister said Morris could have the job if he
could answer one question, "Where was Jesus born?"
"Philadelphia," Morris answered and was tossed out.
Walking away, he ran into the Rabbi, who told
him, "The board voted unanimously to approve your
raise. Please come back."
Morris said, "I will come back only if you answer
a question for me. Where was Jesus born?"
"Bethlehem," said the Rabbi.
Cried Morris, "I KNEW it was in Pennsylvania!!!"
A man was walking down the street when he was
accosted by a particularly shabby-looking
homeless man who asked him for a couple of dollars for
dinner.
The man took out his wallet, extracted ten
dollars and asked, "If I give you this money,
will you buy some beer with it instead of dinner?"
"No, I had to stop drinking years ago," the homeless
man replied.
"Will you use it to go fishing instead of buying
food?" the man asked.
"No, I don't waste time fishing," the homeless
man said. "I need to spend all my time trying to stay
alive."
"Will you spend this on greens fees at a golf
course instead of food?" the man asked.
"Are you NUTS!" replied the homeless man. "I haven't
played golf in 20 years!"
"Will you spend the money on a woman in the red
light district instead of food?" the man asked.
"What disease would I get for ten lousy bucks?"
exclaimed the homeless man.
"Well," said the man, "I'm not going to give you
the money. Instead, I'm going to take you home
for a terrific dinner cooked by my wife."
The homeless man was astounded. "Won't your wife
be furious with you for doing that? I know I'm
dirty, and I probably smell pretty disgusting."
The man replied, "That's okay. It's important for
her to see what a man looks like after he has
given up beer, fishing, golf, and sex!"
A driver is stuck in a traffic jam on the freeway. Nothing is moving.
Suddenly a man knocks on the window. The driver rolls down his window and asks, "What's going on?"
"Terrorists have kidnapped Mel Gibson. They're asking for a $310 million ransom. Otherwise they're going to douse him with gasoline and set him on fire. We're going from car to car, taking up a collection."
The driver asks, "How much is everyone giving, on average?"
"About a gallon!"
While I was watching the playoff games one
weekend, my wife and I got into a conversation
about life and death, and the need for living wills.
During the course of the conversation I told her
that I never wanted to exist in a vegetative
state, dependent on some machine and taking fluids
from a bottle.
She got up, unplugged the TV and threw out all my
beer.
Sometimes it's tough being married to a smart ass.
didn't know if my granddaughter had learned her
colors yet, so I decided to test her. I would
point out something and ask what color it
was. She would tell me, and always she was
correct. But it was fun for me, so I continued.
At last she headed for the door, saying sagely,
"Grandma, I think you should try to figure out some of
this yourself!"
My husband and I divorced over religious
differences. He thought he was God, and I didn't.
Marriage is a three-ring circus: Engagement ring,
wedding ring, and suffering.
There are only two times when a man doesn't understand
a woman: Before marriage and after marriage.
Two Mexican detectives were investigating the murder
of Juan Gonzalez.
"How was he killed?" asked one detective.
"With a golf gun," the other detective replied.
"A golf gun? What is a golf gun?"
"I don't know. But it sure made a hole in Juan."
When my grandson asked me how old I was, I teasingly
replied, "I'm not sure."
"Look in your underwear, Grandma," he advised. "Mine
says I'm four to six."
O'Brien loved to play golf and would go out alone
to a course and get paired up with any group that
needed a fourth. One day he went to his favorite
course and the pro said, "I'm sorry O'Brien, but
the only group I can put you with is one with three
Hasidic rabbis."
O'Brian says, "That's fine with me."
He joins the group and tees off. His shot is
about 200 yards out and off to the right rough.
Reb Moshe tees off 300 yards straight out into
the middle of the fairway. Reb Yitzchak's shot is
about 290 and Reb Yaacov's is 300, but slightly
off center. O'Brien has trouble getting out of
the rough and four-putts, while the rabbis'
approach shots are right on the pin, and each
two-putts for par.
The rest of the round is the same, with the
rabbi's scores either par or under par, while
O'Brien has a 95. He says to them, "You guys must
play and practice all the time."
Reb Yitzchak says, "No, we study all the time and
only play once a week. But, on our Sabbath, while
we are in shul, we say a prayer asking G~d to
give us one good round of golf each week."
O'Brien is so impressed that he goes home and
tells his wife that they are converting. They
study, convert, join a shul, and go to services
every Shabbat. About a year later, O'Brien runs
into the threesome of rabbis at the same course
and they invite him to play with them. The game is
exactly like last year's.
O'Brien is doing nothing right, and the three are
perfect.
At the end, O'Brien says to the rabbis, "I don't
understand it. I converted, I joined a shul, pray
every week."
Rabbi Moshe says, "You joined a shul? Which one?"
O'Brien says, "Beth Shalom."
Rabbi Moshe says, "No, no, no! Beth Shalom is for
TENNIS!"
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