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A Bar Mitzvah is defined as the day when a Jewish boy comes to the realization that he is more likely to own a professional sports team than he is to play for one.
These sentences actually appeared in bulletins or were announced in services:
The Fasting & Prayer Conference includes meals.
Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Bring your husbands.
The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to
a conflict.
Don't let worry kill you off - let the religion help.
For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.
Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.
Rifka and Beckie were talking about their children. Rifka asked Beckie how her daughter was.
"Not too good. My daughter just divorced her husband. He was a doctor."
Rifka replied, "Oh, I am so sorry to hear that."
Beckie continued, "Yes, it is sad. Her first husband, whom she divorced three years ago, was a dentist. But she is OK now, she is dating a handsome lawyer."
"A dentist, a doctor and a lawyer, "Rifka exclaimed, "OY VEY! All this naches from just one daughter!"
Yankel has a problem. He's a bedwetter. Now that he is approaching shiduch. age, he's 21 years old, his buddy, Nate says to him, "Look, Yankel, you gotta take care of the problem. Here's the number to a good shrink, he's supposed to be good with this kind of stuff"
Well a couple of months pass, and Nate bumps into Yankel in the shtibel, and asks him "nu, Yankel, vus is geshen? Did you ever see that doctor I told you about?" "yeah!" says Yankel, enthusiastically.
"Well, what happened? Did you stop wetting the bed?"
"NO! I didnt." answers Yankel. "But now I am PROUD of it!"
Definition of an Oyster: (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.
Moshe is sitting on a park bench having a little nosh of matzohs. Along came a blind man and sat next to him.
Feeling sorry for the blind man, Moshe handed him a piece of matzoh.
The blind man rubbed his fingers over it then said with disdain "Who wrote this rubbish?"
Moshe is sitting on park bench.
After awhile Yankele
came along and sat down next to him. Not a word was
exchanged for
several hours.
Finally Yankele heaved an enormous
sigh. Moshe turned to
him and said "Please don't tell me your troubles. I got
enough of my own!"
The Pope and the chief rabbi got together to discuss how to
show the world they
could get on. The cardinal suggested a game of golf.
The rabbi agreed
and left.
After he had gone the Pope said to the
cardinal "what on
earth do we know about golf". The cardinal answered
"nothing. but if we
get a pro, ordain him as a priest, then he can play.
We can get Arnold
Palmer."
"Good" said the pope not having a clue who Palmer was.
The game ended with a huge defeat for the church. The
pope called the
rabbi to congratulate him then asked
"Our priest was a
champ. How did
you beat him? Who was playing for you?"
The rabbi answered "Rabbi Tiger Woods".
Below is a true report that was submitted to the Jewish Magazine of a Cholent Tasting Contest in Texas:
Judge #3 was an inexperienced Cholent taster named Frank, who was
visiting
from Springfield, IL.
Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected
as a
judge at a Cholent cook-off. The original person called in sick at the
last
moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table,
asking for
directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was
assured
by the other two judges (Native Texans) that the Cholent wouldn't be all
that
spicy; and, besides, they told me I could have free beer during the
tasting,
so I accepted and became Judge 3."
Here are the scorecard notes from the event:
Cholent # 1 - MIKE'S MANIAC MONSTER CHOLENT...
Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 (Frank) -- Holy crap, what the hell is this stuff? You
could
remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put the
flames
out. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy.
Cholent # 2 - AUSTIN'S AFTERBURNER CHOLENT...
Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of beef. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor, needs more peppers to be taken
seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what
I'm
supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who
wanted to
give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they
saw
the look on my face.
Cholent # 3 - FRED'S FAMOUS BURN DOWN THE BARN CHOLENT...
Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse Cholent. Great kick.
Judge # 2 -- A bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels
like
I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me
more
beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone
is in
the front part of my chest. I'm getting shit-faced from all of the
beer.
Cholent # 4 - BUBBA'S BLACK MAGIC...
Judge # 1 -- Black bean Cholent with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish
or
other mild foods, not much of a Cholent.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was
unable to
taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the beer maid,
was
standing behind me with fresh refills. This 300 lb. woman is starting
to
look HOT... just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is Cholent an
aphrodisiac?
Cholent # 5 LISA'S LEGAL LIP REMOVER...
Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong Cholent. Cayenne peppers freshly ground,
adding
considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Cholent using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must
admit
the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead and
I can
no longer focus my eyes. I farted, and four people behind me needed
paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her
Cholent
had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by
pouring
beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips
off.
It really ticks me off that the other judges asked me to stop
screaming.
Screw them.
Cholent # 6 - VERA'S VERY VEGETARIAN VARIETY...
Judge # 1 -- Thin yet bold vegetarian variety Cholent. Good balance of
spices
and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and
garlic.
Superb
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with
gaseous,
sulfuric flames. I crapped on myself when I farted, and I'm worried it
will
eat through the chair. No one seems inclined to stand behind me except
that
Sally. Can't feel my lips anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow
cone.
Cholent # 7 - SUSAN'S SCREAMING SENSATION CHOLENT...
Judge # 1 -- A mediocre Cholent with too much reliance on canned
peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho hum, tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of
Cholent
peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried
about
Judge # 3. He appears to be a bit of distress as he is cursing
uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and
I
wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world
sounds like
it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with Cholent, which
slid
unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my
shirt. At
least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to
stop
breathing it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen
anyway. If
I need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my
stomach.
Cholent # 8 - BIG TOM'S TOENAIL CURLING CHOLENT......
Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend Cholent. Not too
bold
but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced Cholent. Neither mild
nor
hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when Judge #3 farted,
passed out,
fell over and pulled the Cholent pot down on top of himself. Not sure if
he's
going to make it. poor feller, wonder how he'd have reacted to really
hot
Cholent?
Judge # 3 - No Report
ighty-four-year-old Morris was hit by a car and lay bleeding on the sidewalk. A policeman arrived on the scene and, glancing at the victim, and not realizing that he is Jewish, he immediately called for a priest and an ambulance. The priest arrived first and, bending over Morris, he asked, "Do you believe in the Father, the Son and the Holy Ghost?"
Morris lifted his head, opened his eyes wide and turned to the crowd that had gathered around him. "I am lying here dying and this schmendrick is asking me riddles."
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