|New Suit||Owed Money|
|Golden Party||Restless Sleep|
|Jewish Salesman||The Chazir Fresser|
|The Texas Frontier||'X' Marks the Goldberg|
|New York - Year 2032||How Morris Made His Fortune|
|Moyel Malpractice Insurance||El Al takes over Reagan National Airport|
|Celebrate the High Holy Days||A Spaceship lands in the middle of Texas|
It's 3:00 A.M. and Goldie wakes up to see her husband pacing the floor."Melvin, why can't you sleep?" she asks him. "You know our next door neighbor, Sam. I borrowed $1,000 from him, and it's due tomorrow morning and I don't have the money. I don't know what I'm going to do." Melvin replies.
Goldie gets out of bed and opens the window. "Sam," she shouts, and several times more, "Sam, Sam."
Finally a very groggy Sam opens the window opposite her and yells back, "What, what is it...it's 3 AM, what the hell do you want?"
Goldie says, "You know the $1,000 my husband owes you? He doesn't have it."
She then slams the window shut, turns to Melvin and says, now you go to sleep, and let Sam pace the floor."
went to a psychiatrist. "Doc," he said, "I've got real trouble. Every time
I get into bed, I get his weird feeling that there's somebody under
it. I look under the bed, to check it out, but then I think there's
somebody on top of it. I go back and forth, all night long, on top,
under, on top, under... You gotta help me, Doc, I'm going crazy!"
"Just put yourself in my hands for few years," said the shrink. "Come to me three times a week, and I'll cure your fears." "How much do you charge?" "A hundred dollars per visit." "I'll think about it," said Morris. Six months later the doctor met Morris on the street. "Why didn't you ever come to see me again?" asked the psychiatrist. "For a hundred bucks a visit? My teenage son cured me for free." "Is that so! How did he do that?"
"He told me to cut the legs off the bed!"
| Herb Cohen goes
to Goldie's tailor shop to try on his new bespoke suit. But the arms
are too long.
"No problems," says the tailor. "Just bend them at the elbow and hold them out in front of you. See, now it's fine!"
"But the collar's up arund my ears."
"Nothing, nothing. Just hunch your back up a litle. No, a little more.
Perfect." said the tailor.
"But I'm stepping on my cuffs!" said Herb.
"Bend your knees a little to take up the slack. Look in the mirror ... the suit fits perfectly."
Twisted like a pretzel, Herb lurches out of he store and Rivka and Shoshana see him walk by.
"Look," says Rivka, "that poor man."
"Yes," says Shoshana, "but what a beautiful suit."
|The Chazir Fresser|
For those of you who don't speak Yiddish, Chazir (or Haser) means pig and Fresser (or Freser) means glutton.
One day Yankel succombed to eating a small piece bacon.
He felt so remorseful that he had nightmares and couldn't sleep at all for a whole week. In the end Yankel became quite depressed about it. So he decided to go and see the rabbi.
"Hmm..., a small piece of bacon" said
the rabbi, "you must start regularly attending shul, and after
each prayer during the day you must say three chapters of tehillim."
As soon as he could he went to shul and joined in the Mincha prayers. Then he sat down on a bench, picked up a sefer and started to read his three chapters of tehillim.
Yankel couldn't help noticing a chassid sitting next to him, with the full garb - black hat, payot, long beard, dressed in a black frock coat.
The chassid was also reading from the sefer tehillim, but not three chapters --- it looked like 20 or even more the way he was whizzing through them... No! It was forty chapters!
Yankel was shocked.
|The Texas Frontier|
Jewish man passing through Texas for a few-days stay on business checked into
a rooming house in a very, what you would call, a frontier town.
Not to be conspicuous, he dressed himself in western attire and went
into the only saloon in town. He was surrounded by men in cowboy
clothes, wearing six-shooters and looking very gruff. He ordered
a beer. While sipping his beer and trying to be as inconspicuous
as possible, the biggest, burliest, scroungiest looking speciman
walks in and proclaims "Ah hears there is a friggin Jew in here!"
The Jewish man cringes, says nothing. "Ah knows you're in here and you'd better speak up," says the Western man. The Jewish man knows that sooner or later he would have to face up to him and accept the consequences of being Jewish especially in such a remote place as this. He stands up proudly and says," I AM A JEW!" The Westerner stares at him angrily, " Now What the HELL are you hiding for?
Come with me, ah needs you for a minyan."
| Abe Spitzberg meets
David Rosenbaum in the little back alley where they park their cars
out of sight so that they can be seen to be walking to the Synagogue.
"Hallo David, I am so
pleased to see you! It's my parents' Golden wedding
So David Rosenbaum brought a goldfish, Sammy Cohen brought a jar of Gold Blend coffee and Itzy Schwartz brought Nat Goldstein.
|El Al takes over Reagan National Airport|
So did you hear that they are considering letting Israel and El Al take over Reagan National Airport for security purposes?
Of course we'd have to change the name of the airport, To Hebrew National.
|New York - Year 2032|
father and his son are walking the Manhattan streets when the father
stops at a vacant lot takes a deep breath and tells his son: "To think
that at one time here on this very lot stood the Twin Towers." The
son looks at his father and asked: "Dad, what are the Twin
Towers?" Father says: "My dear son, the Twin Towers were two
tremendously tall buildings with lots of offices that was the heart
of the United States, but approximately 31 years ago, several
Arabs destroyed the buildings."
The boy then thought for a minute and then asked his father: "Dad, what are Arabs?"
|How Morris Made His Fortune|
| A young man asked
an old rich man how he made his money.
Morris, the old guy fingered his worsted wool vest and said, "Well, son, it was 1932. The depth of the Great Depression. I was down to my last nickel. So I invested that nickel in an apple. I spent the entire day polishing the apple and, at the end of the day, I sold the apple for ten cents. The next morning, I invested those ten cents in two apples. I spent the entire day polishing them and sold them at 5:00 pm for 20 cents. I continued this system for a month, by the end of which I'd accumulated the sum of $1.60.....
Then my wife's uncle Bernie died and left us two million dollars."
| In the late 1960's
it was decided to get rid of a Jewish member of the Polish politburo.
So he was sent to sell Polish cars to the Germans. Two weeks later, he returned with a signed contract. Surprised by still eager to oust the Jew, they sent him off to the United States to sell Polish computers. A month later he comes home, signed contracts overfilling his briefcase. Stunned, but now more determined than before, the politburo sends him off to the People's Republic of China to sell Polish rice. Months pass and the Poles are glad they haven't heard from him. Then one day, about six months after he left, he shows up for their regularly scheduled meeting, signed contract in hand. "But ... how did you manage it?" they demand.
"It was tough" he acknowledged. "It took me six months to find another Jew."
|Moyel Malpractice Insurance|
| Mo the moyel came
home very nervously. He had just performed an adult circumcision
and his hand still shook violently.
Fearing the end of his career, he quickly called his cousin, Aaron, an insurance broker by trade. "Listen," said Mo, "is there such a thing as malpractice insurance for moyels?" "I've never heard of that before," said the insurance broker, "but let me check. Give me twenty four hours." The next day, Aaron called back his cousin Mo, and said, "Eureka! Lloyds of London will insure you for $2,000,000. The premium is only four hundred a year. That's the good news." "And the bad news?" asked Mo.
"There's a two-inch deductible!"
|'X' Marks the Goldberg|
is the Shamas at the shul. One day he receives a package for the
shul and signs for it with an "X".
The shul President asks
what gives with the "X", and Goldberg admits that he can't write. The
President discusses this with the committee and they agree that
it will not do to have an illiterate shamas, so they fire
him. What is an unemployed
shamas to do? He opens a grocery store....
And it does very well.... So he opens another.
Goldberg answers, "Yes, I know... a shamas."
|Celebrate the High Holy Days|
| It may seem strange,
but at this time of year, as Jews all over the world celebrate the
high holidays (Rosh HaShanah, Yom Kippur, Sukkoth, etc.), some of
us are seeking humor even in the stories upon which the traditions
And sometimes the very act of celebration is reason for laughter. Here we ran a choice phrase through a simple anagram converter. Here are some of the more conspicuous recombinations of the phrase "celebrate, the high holidays":
the deliberately high
|A spaceship lands in the middle of Texas|
the Martians start filing out, a big Texan walks up to the one who
looks like the leader. He asks the Martian, "Y'all got them green eyes?"
The Martian answers back in a machine-like drone, "Yes, we all have green eyes." The Texan again inquires, "and y'all go those antennay on yo' head?" "Yes we all have antennae on our heads." The Texan is still curious, as he looks as more of the Martians, he again asks the leader, "Y'all got them long black coats?"
To which the Martian says, "No, only the Hasidim."
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