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Three mothers were sitting around comparing notes on
their
exemplary daughters. "There never was a daughter more
devoted than my Shirley ," said Mrs. Blum with a
sniff. "Every
summer she takes me to the Catskills for a week, and
every
winter we spend a week at Delray Beach."
"That's nothing compared to what my Marilyn does for
me,"
declared Mrs. Pollack proudly. "Every winter she
treats me to
two weeks in Miami, and in the summer two weeks in the
Hamptons, in my own private guest house."
Mrs. Siegel sat back with a proud smile. "Nobody loves
her
mother like my Sherry does.....Nobody."
"So what does she do?" asked the two women, turning to
her.
"Three times a week she gets into a cab, rain or
shine, goes to
the best psychiatrist in the city, and pays him a
hundred and fifty
dollars an hour ....... just to talk about me!"
All evening long four cardplayers had been pestered by
Morris, a self-proclaimed genius who commented on everyone's poker
hand and
style of play. When Morris went out of the room for a
moment, they
hit on a plan to silence him.
"Let's make up a game no one ever heard of," one of
them said.
"Then he'll have to shut up."
The busybody Morris returned. The dealer tore two
cards in half and
gave them to the man on his left. He tore the corners
off three cards
and spread them out in front of the man opposite him.
Then he tore
five cards in quarters, gave 15 pieces to the man on
his right and kept
five himself.
"I have a mingle," he said. "I'll bet a dollar."
"I have a snazzle," the next man announced. "I'll
raise you two dollars."
The third man folded without betting, and the fourth,
after much
deliberation, said, "I've got a farfle. I'll raise you
five dollars."
Morris shook his head vehemently. "You're crazy," he
said. " You're
never going to beat a mingle and a snazzle with a
lousy farfle!"
"My wife is the most suspicious woman in the world", complained
Morris, the harried husband to a sympathetic friend.
Last year she found a blond hair on my jacket and she didn't speak
to me for a week. Six months ago she said there was a red hair
near my shirt collar... and there was no breakfast for a month.
"That's not so bad"...said the friend.
"Oh yeah," said Morris, "Yesterday she beat me over the head with a pan,
screaming and claiming because she found no hairs in six months... that I am now
going out with bald women!"
I was scolding our Rabbi for his habit of starting
synagogue services five or ten minutes late. I
mentioned that in my years with the Air Force,
when the general scheduled us to take off at
0700 hours, he didn't mean 0705 or 0712.
My Rabbi smiled at me and said, "My general
outranks your general."
His dizzy aunt
---------Verti Gogh
The brother who ate prunes
------Gotta Gogh
The brother who worked at a convenience store ---Stop
n Gogh
The grandfather from Yugoslavia
-----U Gogh
The cousin from Illinois
----Chica Gogh
His magician uncle
----Where-diddy Gogh
His Mexican cousin ------ A
mee Gogh
The nephew who drove a stage coach----Wells-far
Gogh
The constipated uncle -------
Cant Gogh
The ballroom dancing aunt---------
Tang Gogh
The bird lover uncle
------Flamin Gogh
His nephew psychoanalyst --------
E Gogh
The fruit loving cousin
------Man Gogh
An aunt who taught positive thinking ----
Way-to Gogh
The little bouncy nephew ----------
Poe Gogh
A sister who loved disco --------
Go Gogh
And his niece who travels the country in a van
---Winnie Bay Gogh
And there ya Gogh !!!
Rabbi Sam Wolfson was giving his speech to the Jewish federation about the "Tragedy of Jewish Inter-Marriage" with non-Jews.
Toward the end of his long speech the Rabbi clapped his hands...waited 10 seconds...and clapped his hands again.
The Rabbi then explained that every time he clapped his hands some Jew married a non-Jew.
Immediately Morris jumped up from his seat in the audience and shouted, "Nu...So Stop Wid Your Clapping!"
Approaching his 100th birthday, old Moshe announced that he was quitting his shul, filling up all the necessary forms to renouce his Israeli citizenship, enrolling in a madrasah (Islamic religious school) to convert to Islam and applying to acquire Iranian citizenship.
His family and friends were appalled: Moshe had lived all of his long life as a devoted Jew and exemplary Israeli citizen. Pressed for a justification, Moshe eventually explained:
"My health is faltering and the Almighty may take me with Him any day now. Every time a Jew or an Israeli passes away, it pains me. But when a f...^&*$#*@ Arab or Muslim dies, I couldn't care less...!"
Morty visits Dr. Saul, the veterinarian, and says, "My
dog, has a
problem."
Dr. Saul, "So tell me about the dog and the problem."
"It's a Jewish dog. His name is Irving and he can
talk," says Morty.
"He can talk?" the doubting doctor asks.
"Watch this!" Morty points to the dog and commands:
"Irving, Fetch!"
Irving, the dog, begins to walk toward the door, then
turns around and
says, "So why are you talking to me like that? You
always order me
around like I'm nothing. And you only call me when
you want something.
And then you make me sleep on the floor, with my
arthritis. You give
me this fahkahkta food with all the salt and fat, and
you tell me it's
a special diet. It tastes like dreck! YOU should eat
it yourself!
And do you ever take me for a decent walk? NO, it's
out of the house,
a short pish, and right back home. Maybe if I could
stretch out a
little, the sciatica wouldn't kill me so much! I
should roll over and
play dead for real for all you care!"
Dr. Saul is amazed. "This is remarkable! What could
be the problem?"
Morty says, "He has a hearing problem! I said fetch,
not kvetch!"
Mr. Cohen falls and is laying in the road. A lady gets a pillow from her car and lays it under his head until the ambulance arrives.
"Are you comfortable?" she asks.
"Ah vell," he says "I make a living."
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