<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597</id><updated>2011-07-29T01:56:15.370-07:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='Preist'/><category term='Jewish Mothers'/><category term='kibbutz'/><category term='Italian'/><category term='Soup'/><category term='Dictionary'/><category term='Moscow'/><category term='Microsoft'/><category term='Minsk'/><category term='Get'/><category term='Psychiatrist'/><category term='Samurai.'/><category term='night'/><category term='knight'/><category term='Teacher'/><category term='Jewish Cooking'/><category term='Dog'/><category term='Soviet Union'/><category term='Dead'/><category 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8953454074997086178</id><published>2007-12-30T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:45:05.735-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='night'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Passover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Burns'/><title type='text'>A Jewish Knight</title><content type='html'>During one of his many trips to London, George Burns became friends with a very wealthy, yet very modest, Jewish chap named Hyman Goldfarb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one visit, Hy told George that because of his large donations to charities through the years, the queen wanted to knight him, but he was going to turn it down. "That's a great honor," George said. "Why would you turn it down?" "Because during the ceremony you have to say something in Latin," he said. "And I don't wish to bother studying Latin just for that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So say something in Hebrew. The queen wouldn't know the difference." "Brilliant," Hy complimented him, "but what should I say?" "Remember that question the son asks the father on the first night of Passover? Can you say that in Hebrew?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course," he said. "Ma nishtana ha leila hazeh. Thank you, old sport, I shall become a knight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the ceremony Hy waited his turn while several of the other honorees went before the queen. Finally they called his name. He knelt before Her Majesty, she placed her sword on one shoulder and then on the other, and motioned for Hy to speak. Out came "Ma nishtana ha leila hazeh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The queen turned to her husband and said, "Why is this knight different from all other knights?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8953454074997086178?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8953454074997086178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8953454074997086178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8953454074997086178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8953454074997086178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/jewish-knight.html' title='A Jewish Knight'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8510307699666045461</id><published>2007-12-30T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:36:51.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kibbutz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='israeli humor'/><title type='text'>Texas rancher visits kibbutz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Texas rancher visits a kibbutz farm in Israel. After he is shown all the agricultural advances, he tells the Sabra: "I'm real impressed with your farm here, but where I come from, I can drive all day and not reach the other end of my ranch." The Sabra replies: "I know how you feel. I once had a car like that too!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8510307699666045461?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8510307699666045461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8510307699666045461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8510307699666045461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8510307699666045461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/texas-rancher-visits-kibbutz.html' title='Texas rancher visits kibbutz'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6245743205965702352</id><published>2007-12-30T18:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T18:30:09.366-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baruch Hashem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewish joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>The Jewish car of the future</title><content type='html'>In the future, a rabbi makes a car. This car doesn't run on fuel, it runs on judaic belief. And to start this car you must say "Baruch Hashem" (Praise g-d), the faster you say it the faster the car goes. And the word to stop the car is "Amen".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day, a very spacey college student gets into his car and starts chanting "Baruch hashem, baruch hashem, baruch hashem..." the car speeds up and gets faster and faster. Soon the student realizes that he is heading towards a cliff, he desperatley struggles to remember the word and finally remembers. The second before he goes off, he says "Amen!" and the car stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sighs in relief, and says "Baruch hashem"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6245743205965702352?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6245743205965702352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6245743205965702352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6245743205965702352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6245743205965702352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/12/jewish-car-of-future.html' title='The Jewish car of the future'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8692887864965428823</id><published>2007-10-28T06:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:44:07.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Minsk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>The Cow From Minsk</title><content type='html'>The only cow in a small town in Poland stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow from Moscow for 2,000 rubles, or one from Minsk for 1,000 rubles. Being frugal, they bought the cow from Minsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all the time, and the people were amazed and very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. Then they would never have to worry about the milk supply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were very upset and decided to ask their wise rabbi, what to do. They told the rabbi what was happening. "Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side and she just walks away to the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you buy this cow from Minsk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were dumbfounded, since they had never mentioned where they had gotten the cow. "You are truly a wise rabbi," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know we got the cow from Minsk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi answered sadly, "My wife is from Minsk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Shop Israel" href="http://www.shopisrael.us/jewish-jokes-and-humor/index.html"&gt;Shop  Israel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8692887864965428823?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8692887864965428823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8692887864965428823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8692887864965428823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8692887864965428823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/only-cow-in-small-town-in-poland.html' title='The Cow From Minsk'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8574839084282192146</id><published>2007-10-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:40:04.719-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>Advertising</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Abraham took his son to see the Rabbi to have him circumcised. Just as he was arriving, he met the Rabbi, who informed him that he couldn't oblige as he was just going on holiday and would be late for the plane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"However", said the Rabbi, "I have a friend in Hatton Garden, London, who can help you out". He gave him the address and off Abraham and son went. When they arrived at the address, they found it to be a shop, apparently selling clocks and watches. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They went in and enquired of the owner if he was the person recommended by the Rabbi. "Yes, my son, that's what I do for a living", was the reply. Said Abraham, "if you perform circumcisions for a living, why do you have clocks and watches in your window"? Came the reply, "What you want I should put in the window?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8574839084282192146?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8574839084282192146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8574839084282192146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8574839084282192146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8574839084282192146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/10/advertising.html' title='Advertising'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-7838523800819353273</id><published>2007-02-09T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T17:47:41.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daughter-in-Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother-in-Law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Mothers'/><title type='text'>"This is my love dress"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A woman stopped by at her son's house, rang the  doorbell and walked in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;She was shocked to see her daughter-in-law on the  couch, totally naked.&lt;br /&gt;Soft music was playing, and the aroma of perfume filled the room.&lt;br /&gt;What was a nice Jewish girl like her doing lounging around naked?? she  thought....&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" she asked.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting for my husband to come home from work" the daughter-in-law said.&lt;br /&gt;"But you're naked!" the mother-in-law exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;"This is my love dress" the daughter-in-law explained.&lt;br /&gt;"Love dress? But you're naked!"&lt;br /&gt;"My husband loves me to wear this dress" she explained. "It excites him no end.&lt;br /&gt;Every time he sees me in this dress, he instantly becomes romantic and ravages  me for hours. He can't get enough of me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The mother-in-law left. When she got home, she  undressed, showered, put on a romantic CD, and laid on the couch waiting for her  husband to&lt;br /&gt;arrive. Finally her husband came home. He walked in and saw her laying there so  provocatively.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;"This is my love dress," she whispered, sensually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Needs ironing," he said. "What's for dinner?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-7838523800819353273?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7838523800819353273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=7838523800819353273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7838523800819353273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7838523800819353273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-my-love-dress.html' title='&quot;This is my love dress&quot;'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-7004906860050676469</id><published>2007-02-09T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:04:57.367-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soviet Union'/><title type='text'>Jews in the Soviet Union</title><content type='html'>Sometime in the 1970s a shipment of meat arrives in a town in the Soviet Union.  The townspeople line up at the town store to wait to be given their rations.  After about an hour, a man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm  sorry to tell you, but there isn't enough meat for everyone, so the Jews have to  leave." The Jews in the line leave grumbling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, the  man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you this,  but there isn't enough meat for everyone, so anyone who is not a member of the  Communist party will have to leave." More grumbling as the non-Party members  depart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hour goes by and the man comes out of the store again and  announces, "Comrades, I'm sorry to tell you this, but there isn't enough meat  for everyone in the line, so anyone who wasn't a member of the Party before 1956  has to leave." More grumbling as all the younger Party members leave. A few old  people remain in the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another hour goes by. It's now getting dark  and it's cold. The same man comes out of the store and announces, "Comrades, I'm  sorry to tell you this, but there isn't any meat. Go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One old lady  in the line turns to her neighbor and says, "See? It's like I told you. The Jews  always get the best treatment!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-7004906860050676469?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7004906860050676469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=7004906860050676469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7004906860050676469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7004906860050676469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/02/jews-in-soviet-union.html' title='Jews in the Soviet Union'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6013731916951437701</id><published>2007-02-09T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T07:59:03.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gefilte Fish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Mothers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Holidays'/><title type='text'>21 steps to the Proper Preparation of Gefilte Fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; A Jewish mother's 21 steps to the proper                                      preparation of gefilte fish:&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   1. Two weeks before a major Jewish holiday,                                      call your daughter and ask her what she                                      plans to serve at the festive meal. Express                                      your outrage when she suggests serving                                      doctored up canned gefilte fish. Offer to                                      make the fish yourself.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   2. Suggest that your daughter take a day off                                      from work so that she can watch you make the                                      fish, so she'll know how to do it for her                                      kids after she has put you in The Home. Two                                      days before the holiday, call your daughter                                      and tell her that you hate to disappoint her                                      but you simply don't have the strength to                                      make gefilte fish.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   3. While your daughter is racing all over                                      looking for a substitute&lt;br /&gt;                                   appetizer, get all dressed up and take a                                      bus...and a subway...and another bus...&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   4. ...to an obscure fish store in a slum                                      where they still sell LIVE CARP.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   5. Examine the carp swimming in the fish                                      tank. Ask the owner if any fresher carp will                                      be arriving soon.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   6. On principle, reject the first two fish                                      that he offers you.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   7. Accept the third or fourth. Allow him to                                      fillet and skin the carp but NEVER let him                                      put your fish near his electric grinder. Far                                      be it from you to accuse someone unjustly,                                      but you know he has ground dead carp in it.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   8. Lugging three heavy shopping bags filled                                      with fish, take three buses home, unless                                      someone has told you about a way of taking                                      four.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   9. Call your daughter and tell her that you                                      felt a little bit better and decided to go                                      to your special fish store to pick up the                                      carp. You know how busy she is right before                                      the holidays so you didn't want to ask her                                      to drive all the way out there.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   10. Tell her how exhausted you are and                                      describe in detail the assassin who tried to                                      steal your pocketbook as you were boarding                                      the second bus. Inquire whether your                                      daughter would mind picking you up. You                                      normally wouldn't ask but it's much easier                                      to make the gefilte fish in her kitchen                                      because she&lt;br /&gt;                                   has all the latest electric gadgets.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   11. Remove several washed mixing bowls from                                      your daughter's dishwasher and then rinse                                      them to make sure they are clean.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   12. There should be a separate bowl for each                                      ingredient so that dirt from the carrots                                      will not get on the celery. Put the diced                                      carrots in one bowl, the sliced celery in                                      the second, the chopped onions in the third                                      and then combine them all in a fourth bowl.                                      Ask your daughter to stop whatever she is                                      doing and come and watch you.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   13. Eye your daughter's food processor with                                      suspicion. Ask her to help you operate it.                                      Chop the carp in it for 15 seconds, then                                      move all the ingredients into your ancient                                      wooden chopping bowl.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   14. Rev up those Hadassah arms and attack                                      the ingredients with a dull bladed                                      hockmesser for 90 minutes. Demand that your                                      daughter acknowledge the superiority of your                                      withered arm over a horsepower motor.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   15. Place your hand on your chest and moan.                                      Accept your daughter's offer to help. Give                                      her the bowl and the hockmesser.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   16. Twelve seconds later, snatch the bowl                                      and chopper out of your daughter's hands.                                      Tell her to watch carefully so she'll be                                      more of a help next year. Pulverize the fish                                      with your chopper for another 52 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   17. On the bottom of a cast-iron pot with a                                      non-matching lid (rescued by your mother                                      during a pogrom and brought in steerage to                                      America), arrange slices of carrots, onions,                                      celery, fish heads, skin and bones.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   18. Form the chopped fish mush into oval                                      patties and lay them gently on top of the                                      ingredients in the pot.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   19. Add liquid and seasonings, bring the pot                                      to a boil, lower to simmer, cover the pot                                      and let the fish cook until they're ready                                      and taste good...but not as good as last                                      year's.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   20. After the patties cool, arrange them on                                      a beautiful serving platter for your                                      daughter and her guests. Dump the heads,                                      skin and bones in a chipped bowl for                                      yourself. Practice saying that the heads and                                      the bones are the tastiest portions until                                      you sound convincing.&lt;br /&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;                                   21. The morning after the holiday, call your                                      daughter and tell her that you just tasted a                                      piece of bottled fish that was even more                                      delicious than what she served last night.                                      Tell her it's a shame you made it from                                      scratch when everyone does such wonderful                                      things with canned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6013731916951437701?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6013731916951437701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6013731916951437701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6013731916951437701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6013731916951437701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/02/21-steps-to-proper-preparation-of.html' title='21 steps to the Proper Preparation of Gefilte Fish'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-3859367747132632164</id><published>2007-02-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:21:52.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gentile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Traveling on a train together</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Jew and a non-Jew are traveling on a train  together when suddenly the goy asks "Why are you Jews so smart?"&lt;br /&gt;The Jew is quiet for a moment and then says "its because of all the herring we  eat."&lt;br /&gt;A few hours later the Jew takes out some herring and starts to eat it.&lt;br /&gt;The goy asks "how much herring do you have?" and the Jew answers "a dozen  pieces".&lt;br /&gt;"And how much do you want for a piece?"&lt;br /&gt;"20 kopecks" (a lot of money).&lt;br /&gt;The man hands the money over and the Jew gives him a piece of herring.&lt;br /&gt;"He takes a bite and says suddenly "I could have bought this same herring in  Moscow for a few kopecks".&lt;br /&gt;To this the Jew responds "see... your getting smarter already."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-3859367747132632164?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3859367747132632164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=3859367747132632164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/3859367747132632164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/3859367747132632164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/02/traveling-on-train-together.html' title='Traveling on a train together'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8949699974179008951</id><published>2007-02-07T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T09:37:36.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frenchman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Italian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jews'/><title type='text'>Three men were condemned to be excuted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Three men, an Italian, a Frenchman, and a Jew,  were condemned to be executed. Their captors told them that they had the right  to have a final meal before the execution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;They asked the Frenchman what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me the best French wine and French bread," he requested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they gave it to him, he ate it, and then they executed him. Next it was the  Italian's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Give me a great big plate of pasta," said the Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they brought it to him, he ate it, and then they executed him. Now it was the  Jew's turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I want a big bowl of strawberries, " said the Jew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Strawberries!!! They aren't even in season!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nu, so I'll wait..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8949699974179008951?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8949699974179008951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8949699974179008951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8949699974179008951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8949699974179008951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/02/three-men-were-condemned-to-be-excuted.html' title='Three men were condemned to be excuted'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-374865803806638161</id><published>2007-01-26T20:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:03:36.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Microsoft'/><title type='text'>If Microsoft were Jewish</title><content type='html'>1. Your PC would shut down automatically on Friday evenings.&lt;br /&gt;2. Your "Start" button would be replaced with a "Let's go. I'm not getting any younger." button.&lt;br /&gt;3. RETRY would be replaced with "You vant I should try again?"&lt;br /&gt;4. When disconnecting external devices from your PC, instructions would say "Remove from your PC's tuchis the cable ".&lt;br /&gt;5. Your CD player would be labelled "Nu, so play my music already.".&lt;br /&gt;6. You would hear "Hava Nagila" during startup.&lt;br /&gt;7. SCANDISK prompts you with, "You vant I should fix?" message.&lt;br /&gt;8. When your PC is mult-tasking, you would occasionally hear an "Oy Gevult."&lt;br /&gt;9. Manischewitz would advertise that its  "monitor cleaning solution" gets rid of the "schmutz" on your screen.&lt;br /&gt;10. After 20 minutes in an idle state,  your PC would go "Schloffen."&lt;br /&gt;11. All computer viruses would be cured with chicken soup.&lt;br /&gt;12. After your computer dies, you would have to dispose of it within 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;13. Internet Explorer would have a spinning "Star of David" in the upper right corner.&lt;br /&gt;14. A screen saver for channukah will be "Flying Draidles".&lt;br /&gt;15. High capacity DVB's (digital video bagels) would supercede CD-ROM's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-374865803806638161?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/374865803806638161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=374865803806638161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/374865803806638161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/374865803806638161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/if-microsoft-were-jewish.html' title='If Microsoft were Jewish'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-5736906352392057152</id><published>2007-01-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:03:57.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get'/><title type='text'>The Get</title><content type='html'>An elderly man in Miami calls his son in New York and says, "I hate to ruin your day, but I have to tell you that your mother and I are divorcing. Forty-five years of misery is enough."&lt;br /&gt;"Pop, what are you talking about?" the son screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't stand the sight of each other any longer," the old man says. "We're sick of each other, and I'm sick of talking about this, so you call your sister in Chicago and tell her," and he hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frantic, the son calls his sister, who explodes on the phone, "Like heck they're getting divorced," she shouts, "I'll take care of this." She calls her father immediately and screams at the old man, "You are NOT getting divorced! Don't do a single thing until I get there. I'm calling my brother back! , and we'll both be there tomorrow. Until then, don't do a thing, DO YOU HEAR ME?" and hangs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man hangs up his phone and turns to his wife. "Okay," he says, "They're coming for Passover and paying their own airfares."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-5736906352392057152?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5736906352392057152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=5736906352392057152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5736906352392057152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5736906352392057152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/get.html' title='The Get'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8702220870089786284</id><published>2007-01-26T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:04:16.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>The Cow From Minsk</title><content type='html'>The only cow in a small town in Poland stopped giving milk. The people did some research and found that they could buy a cow from Moscow for 2,000 rubles, or one from Minsk for 1,000 rubles. Being frugal, they bought the cow from Minsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cow was wonderful. It produced lots of milk all the time, and the people were amazed and very happy. They decided to acquire a bull to mate with the cow and produce more cows like it. Then they would never have to worry about the milk supply again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bought a bull and put it in the pasture with their beloved cow. However, whenever the bull came close to the cow, the cow would move away. No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he could not succeed in his quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were very upset and decided to ask their wise rabbi, what to do. They told the rabbi what was happening. "Whenever the bull approaches our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. An approach from the side and she just walks away to the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi thought about this for a minute and asked, "Did you buy this cow from Minsk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people were dumbfounded, since they had never mentioned where they had gotten the cow. "You are truly a wise rabbi," they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How did you know we got the cow from Minsk?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi answered sadly, "My wife is from Minsk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8702220870089786284?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8702220870089786284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8702220870089786284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8702220870089786284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8702220870089786284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/cow-from-minsk.html' title='The Cow From Minsk'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6691690237257184879</id><published>2007-01-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T05:26:07.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Chicken soup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A prominent and respected Jewish businessman died, and the community was gathered in the synagogue to honor him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi intoned solemnly, "Our dear departed Saul will be sorely missed.  He was a good husband,  a loving father,  he was...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point a tiny old lady at the back shouts, "Give him some chicken soup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi discreetly ignores her and goes on, "Saul was a beloved community man,  a pillar of the synagogue, a fine business man....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the old lady shouts louder, "Give him some chicken soup!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rabbi can't ignore her any longer, so he responds, "Dear lady, our brother is departed;  chicken soup can't help him now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady shouts back, "So - it couldn't hurt him!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6691690237257184879?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6691690237257184879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6691690237257184879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6691690237257184879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6691690237257184879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/chicken-soup.html' title='Chicken soup'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6576290847390202560</id><published>2007-01-25T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:00:31.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Honeymoon'/><title type='text'>Come &amp; get me!</title><content type='html'>Isaac and Sarah got married and left on their honeymoon. When they got back, Sarah immediately telephoned her mother Leah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," said Leah, "how was the honeymoon,darling?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh mum," Sarah replied, "the honeymoon was fantastic. It was so romantic, and ..and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sarah started to cry. "Oh mum, as soon as we got back, Isaac started using terrible language. He said things I'd never hoped to hear, all those 4-letter words. Please mum, get into your car now and come and take me home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Calm down, darling," said Leah, "tell your mother what could be that awful. Don't be shy, tell me what 4-letter words Isaac used."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Please mum, I'm too embarrassed to tell you, they're terrible words. Just come and take me away." said Sarah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But bubeleh, you must tell me, you must tell me what the 4-letter words were."&lt;br /&gt;Still crying, Sarah replies, "Oh mum, he used words like WASH, COOK, IRON, DUST, ..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6576290847390202560?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6576290847390202560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6576290847390202560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6576290847390202560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6576290847390202560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/come-get-me.html' title='Come &amp; get me!'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-7994741101435465685</id><published>2007-01-24T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:03:01.903-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>The Inland Revenue.</title><content type='html'>Rabbi Rabinovitz  answers his phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello, is this Rabbi Rabinovitz?"&lt;br /&gt;"It is."&lt;br /&gt;"This is the Inland Revenue. Can you help us?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'll try."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know Sam Cohen?"&lt;br /&gt;"I do."&lt;br /&gt;"Is he a member of your congregation?"&lt;br /&gt;"He is."&lt;br /&gt;"Did he donate £10,000 to the synagogue rebuilding fund last year?"&lt;br /&gt;"He will!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-7994741101435465685?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/7994741101435465685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=7994741101435465685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7994741101435465685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/7994741101435465685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/inland-revenue.html' title='The Inland Revenue.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-1786883473742782113</id><published>2007-01-19T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:12:25.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Engagement'/><title type='text'>The engagement.</title><content type='html'>Ruth and Golda were walking along Hendon High Street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth says, "My son Irving is getting married. He tells me he is engaged to a wonderful girl, but... he thinks she may have a disease called herpes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golda says, "Do you have any idea what this herpes is, and can he catch it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruth replies, "No, but I am just so thrilled to hear about Irving's engagement - it's time he settled down. As far as the herpes goes...who knows?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," says Golda, "I have a very good medical dictionary at home. I'll look it up and call you."&lt;br /&gt;So Golda goes home, looks it up, and calls Ruth. "Ruth, I found it. Not to worry. It says herpes is a disease of the gentiles."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-1786883473742782113?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1786883473742782113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=1786883473742782113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/1786883473742782113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/1786883473742782113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/engagement.html' title='The engagement.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-3153245402755083054</id><published>2007-01-18T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:13:51.624-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dog'/><title type='text'>The dog</title><content type='html'>Rivkah, a little old lady get on an El Al flight to Israel. She's carrying a bag, a purse and a little dog in a box. She sits down and puts the box on the seat next to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stewardess approaches Rivkah and says, "I'm sorry Madam, but you can't keep the dog here. I'll have to take it and put it in baggage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivkah agrees. What else can she do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the flight, the stewardess looks in on the little dog, and Oy Gevult, the dog is dead. She informs the pilot who notifies Tel Aviv airport who tells the director who decides that they will get an other dog to replace this one. The little old lady will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the plane lands and Rivkah goes to the baggage hall to claim her box, they bring her a box with a new dog, an exact replica of her old dog. "This is not my dog", Rivkah exclaims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why yes it is," the captain tells her. "See, it has the same markings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is not my dog", Rivkah insists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know this isn't your dog?" asks the captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My dog is dead!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-3153245402755083054?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/3153245402755083054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=3153245402755083054' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/3153245402755083054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/3153245402755083054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/dog.html' title='The dog'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-8565371196937544627</id><published>2007-01-11T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:18:40.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish Mothers'/><title type='text'>Three Jewish Mothers</title><content type='html'>Three Jewish mothers are sitting on a bench in Brent Cross shopping center talking about (what else?) how much their sons love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie says "You know the Chagall painting hanging in my living room? My son, Arnold, bought that for me for my 75th birthday.  What a good boy he is and how much he loves his mother."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minnie says,"You call that love? You know the Mercedes I just got for Mother's Day? That's from my son Bernie.  What a doll."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shirley says "That's nothing. You know my son Stanley? He's in analysis with a psychoanalyst in Harley Street. Five session a week. And what does he talk about? Me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-8565371196937544627?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/8565371196937544627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=8565371196937544627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8565371196937544627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/8565371196937544627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/three-jewish-mothers.html' title='Three Jewish Mothers'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6360063790432156959</id><published>2007-01-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:11:06.118-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Teacher'/><title type='text'>The school teacher’s prize.</title><content type='html'>Angela was nearing 60 and was in her final year of teaching. She was a devout Christian who missed teaching from the Bible. Because she was worried at how little her class knew about religion, Angela decided she was going to disregard the new regulations and teach some religion. She told her class that she would run a contest. She would give $100 to whoever could tell her who was the greatest man who ever lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately Moishe began to wave his hand, but Angela ignored him in favor of those in her Sunday school class. As she went around the room, Angela was disappointed with the answers she got. Jane, her best scholar, picked Noah because he saved all the animals. Others said, "I think the greatest man who ever lived was Alexander the Great because he conquered the whole world." and "I think it was Thomas Edison, because he invented the light bulb."&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she called on Moishe who still had his hand in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think the greatest man who ever lived was Jesus Christ." said Moishe. Angela was shocked but still gave him the $100 reward. As she did so, she said, "Well, Moishe, I'm very surprised that you should be the only one with the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, to tell you the truth," Moishe replied as he pocketed the money, "I think it was Moses, but business is business."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6360063790432156959?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6360063790432156959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6360063790432156959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6360063790432156959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6360063790432156959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/school-teachers-prize.html' title='The school teacher’s prize.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-5048236164563391027</id><published>2006-07-07T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T07:25:15.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moscow'/><title type='text'>The thinker.</title><content type='html'>After months of negotiation, Avraham, a Jewish scholar from Odessa, was granted permission to visit Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He boarded the train and sat down. At the next stop a young man got on and sat next to him. Avraham looked at the young man and thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fellow doesn't look like a peasant, and if he isn't a peasant he probably comes from this area. If he comes from this area, he must be Jewish because this is, after all, a Jewish area. On the other hand, if he is a Jew, where could he be going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one from our area to be allowed to travel to Moscow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait - just outside Moscow there is a little village called Samvet, and you don't need special permission to go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why would he be going to Samvet? He's probably going to visit one of the Jewish families there, but how many Jewish families are there in Samvet? Only two - the Bernsteins and the Steinbergs. The Bernsteins are a terrible family, so he must be visiting the Steinbergs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why is he going? The Steinbergs have only girls, so maybe he's their son-in-law. But if he is, then which daughter did he marry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah married that nice lawyer from Budapest and Esther married a businessman from Zhadomir, so it must be Sarah's husband. Which means that his name is Alexander Cohen, if I'm not mistaken. But if he comes from Budapest, with all the anti-Semitism they have there, he must have changed his name. What's the Hungarian equivalent of Cohen? Kovacs. But if he changed his name he must have some special status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What could it be? A doctorate from the University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Avraham turns to the young man and said, "How do you do, Dr Kovacs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Very well, thank you, sir" answered the startled passenger. "But how is it that you know my name?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh," replied Avraham, "it was obvious".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-5048236164563391027?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5048236164563391027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=5048236164563391027' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5048236164563391027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5048236164563391027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/07/thinker.html' title='The thinker.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-6770694260844143150</id><published>2006-01-25T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:08:49.379-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jewish'/><title type='text'>Jewish Dictionary Extracts</title><content type='html'>AFIKOMMENTS n. Adult arguing that occurs as children search for hidden Passover matzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAGELA n. A gay Jewish baker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIALY ACHE n. The result of lunch at your mother's and dinner at your mother-in-law's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BLINTZKRIEG n. A late-night assault on the refrigerator in search of leftovers even though "I won't be able to eat for a week!" Particularly common four to six hours after special-occasion gluttony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUBBEGUM n. Sweets one's mother gives to her grandchildren that she never gave to her own children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUTZPAPA n. A father who wakes his wife at 4 a.m. so she can change the baby's nappy.&lt;br /&gt;DEJA NU n. Having the feeling you've seen the same exasperated look on your mother's face but not knowing exactly when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISKVELLIFIED vb. To drop out of law school, medical school, or business&lt;br /&gt;school, as seen through the eyes of parents, grandparents, and Uncle Sid. (In extreme cases, simply choosing to study art history when Irvine's son, David, is studying biology, is sufficient grounds for diskvellification.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISORIYENTA n. When Aunt Sadie gets lost in a department store and strikes up a conversation with everyone she passes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEBORT vb. To forget all the Hebrew one ever learned immediately after one's Bar Mitzvah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEBRUTE n. Israeli after shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDSTEIN n. A Semitic smart-ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IMPASTA n. Someone who eats leavened foods during Passover while maintaining he/she is observant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWBILATION n. Pride in finding out that one's favourite celebrity is Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JEWDO n. A traditional form of self-defence based on talking one's way out of a tight spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KINDERSCHLEP vb. To be called on to car pool more children than one has fingers, in a car that was made in Japan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAMATZAH BALLS n. Matzo balls that are as good as mother used to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATZILATION n. Smashing a piece of matzo to bits while trying to butter it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEINSTEIN slang. "My son, the genius."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MINYASTICS n. Going to incredible lengths to find a tenth person to complete a minyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MISHPOCHAMARKS n. The assorted lipstick and makeup stains found on one's face and collar after kissing all one's aunts and cousins at a reception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE-SHTETLEMENT n. Moving from Leyton to Edgware and finding all your old neighbours live in the same road as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANTASHMANTA n. The explanation Jewish children get for when they celebrate Hanukkah while the rest of humanity celebrates Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHLERM n. The wrinkled end of a Blooms salami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCHMUCKLUCK n. Finding out one's wife became pregnant after one had a vasectomy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHOFARSOGUT n. The relief you feel when after many attempts the shofar is finally blown at the end of Yom Kippur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TORAHFIED n. Inability to remember one's lines when called to read from the Torah at one's Bar or Bat Mitzvah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRAYFFIC ACCIDENT n. An appetiser one finds out has pork in it after one has eaten it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YENTILITY n. A deceptively sweet manner used to extract information. Key phrases include "Trust me", "Your secret is safe with me," and "If you can't tell me, who can you tell?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YIDENTIFY vb. To be able to determine ethnic origins of celebrities even though their names might be St. John, Curtis, Davis, or Taylor&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-6770694260844143150?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/6770694260844143150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=6770694260844143150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6770694260844143150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/6770694260844143150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/jewish-dictionary-extracts.html' title='Jewish Dictionary Extracts'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-810008785836454324</id><published>2006-01-09T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:04:58.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Convert'/><title type='text'>The convert.</title><content type='html'>Martin Lewis converts and becomes a priest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He give his first Mass in front of a number of high ranking priests who came for the occasion. At the end of the new priest's sermon, a cardinal goes up to congratulate him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pastor Lewis," he said, "That was very well done, you were just perfect. But next time, please don't start your sermon with, "Fellow Goyim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-810008785836454324?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/810008785836454324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=810008785836454324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/810008785836454324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/810008785836454324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/convert.html' title='The convert.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-4185815873504303026</id><published>2006-01-07T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T20:02:07.284-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Samurai.'/><title type='text'>Morris, the Samurai.</title><content type='html'>There once was a powerful emperor who needed a new chief Samurai. So he put up posters throughout the land saying he was searching for a new chief Samurai. But after 2 months, only 3 Samurai applied for the job, a Japanese, a Chinese, and Morris. So he interviewed all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperor first asked the Japanese to demonstrate why he should be his chief Samurai. The Japanese opened a little silver box and out flew a little fly. Whoosh went his sword and the fly dropped dead in two pieces. The emperor was impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperor then asked the Chinese to demonstrate why he should be his chief Samurai. The Chinese opened a small pearl box and out flew a smaller fly. Whoosh, whoosh went his sword and the fly dropped dead in four pieces. The emperor was very impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the emperor asked Morris to demonstrate why he should be his chief Samurai. Morris opened a small gold box and out flew a wasp. Whoooooossshhh, whoooooossshhh, whooooooossshhh, whoooooossshhh, whoooooossshhh went Morris's sword, but the wasp was still alive and buzzing around the emperor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emperor was very disappointed and asked Morris, "After all your sword play, why is the wasp not dead?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morris replied, "A circumcision is never intended to kill."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-4185815873504303026?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4185815873504303026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=4185815873504303026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4185815873504303026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4185815873504303026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/morris-samurai.html' title='Morris, the Samurai.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-4885229095902056238</id><published>2006-01-06T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:58:34.014-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kol Nidre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rabbi'/><title type='text'>Kol Nidre night</title><content type='html'>Sidney telephones Rabbi Levy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says, "Rabbi, I know tonight is Kol Nidre night, but tonight Spurs are in the European Cup quarter finals. Rabbi, I'm a life long Spurs fan. I've got to watch the Spurs game on TV."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rabbi Levy replies, "Sidney, that's what video recorders are for."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney is surprised. "You mean I can tape Kol Nidre"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-4885229095902056238?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4885229095902056238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=4885229095902056238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4885229095902056238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4885229095902056238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/kol-nidre-night.html' title='Kol Nidre night'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-5091823336477713452</id><published>2006-01-05T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:56:36.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yiddush'/><title type='text'>The yiddish speaker</title><content type='html'>Sadie, an elderly lady, goes up to a man at a bus stop in Golders Green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tugs on the sleeve of his coat and asks, "Farshtayn Yiddish?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answers, "Yes, Ich Farshtay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadie then says, "Vot Time is It?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-5091823336477713452?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/5091823336477713452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=5091823336477713452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5091823336477713452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/5091823336477713452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/yiddish-speaker.html' title='The yiddish speaker'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-4739655127518126104</id><published>2006-01-04T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:54:52.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Gourmet Food</title><content type='html'>Harry was walking down Regent Street and stepped into a posh gourmet food shop.&lt;br /&gt;An impressive salesperson in a smart morning coat with tails approached him and politely asked, "Can I help you, Sir?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," replied Harry, "I would like to buy a pound of lox."&lt;br /&gt;"No. No," responded the dignified salesperson, "You mean smoked salmon."&lt;br /&gt;"OK, a pound of smoked salmon, then."&lt;br /&gt;"Anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, a dozen blintzes."&lt;br /&gt;"No. No. You mean crepes."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, a dozen crepes."&lt;br /&gt;"Anything else?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes. A pound of chopped liver."&lt;br /&gt;"No. No. You mean pate."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay," said Harry, "A pound of pate then and I'd like you to deliver all of this to my house on Saturday."&lt;br /&gt;"Look," retorted the indignant salesperson, "we don't schlep on Shabbos!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-4739655127518126104?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4739655127518126104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=4739655127518126104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4739655127518126104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4739655127518126104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2007/01/gourmet-food.html' title='Gourmet Food'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-9198209745606801802</id><published>2006-01-03T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:53:45.371-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jewish film titles</title><content type='html'>Oy of the Beholder - Singles kvetch about their awful partners.&lt;br /&gt;Girls Interrupted  - Women's section of shul are told to be quiet during davening.&lt;br /&gt;Seder House Rules - Zeda explains the law on Pesach.&lt;br /&gt;Angela's Kashas  - Woman tells all her secret recipes.&lt;br /&gt;Supernova  - Rocket scientists discover powerful strain of lox.&lt;br /&gt;Dredel Will Rock  - Toy comes alive during Chanukah.&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Halah  - It's Friday and dad fills up on bread then dozes off.&lt;br /&gt;Goys Don't Cry  - Rabbi explains why only Jews celebrate Tisha B'Av.&lt;br /&gt;Goy Story 2  - Issy divorces shiksa, then marries another.&lt;br /&gt;Mun on the Moon -  Astronauts find hamentashen filling on the moon&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Ladle -  Mouse makes chicken soup for shabbos.&lt;br /&gt;The End of the Affair - Sheva Brachos finishes at 3am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-9198209745606801802?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/9198209745606801802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=9198209745606801802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/9198209745606801802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/9198209745606801802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/jewish-film-titles.html' title='Jewish film titles'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-1864675926467775694</id><published>2006-01-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T19:51:33.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beggars'/><title type='text'>The beggars.</title><content type='html'>Two beggars are sitting on the pavement in Ireland. One is holding a large Cross and the other a large Star of David. Both are holding hats to collect contributions. As people walk by, they lift their noses at the guy holding the Star of David but drop money in the other guy’s hat. Soon one hat is nearly full whilst the other hat is empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A priest watches and then approaches the men. He turns to the guy with the Star of David and says, "Don't you realize that this is a Christian country? You'll never get any contributions in this country holding a Star of David."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy holding the Star of David then turns to the guy holding the Cross and says, "Hymie, look who's trying to teach us Marketing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-1864675926467775694?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/1864675926467775694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=1864675926467775694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/1864675926467775694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/1864675926467775694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/beggars.html' title='The beggars.'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3891836271283965597.post-4457375948557931684</id><published>2006-01-01T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-09T08:04:38.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psychiatrist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dream'/><title type='text'>The dream</title><content type='html'>Moshe was taking to his psychiatrist. "I had a weird dream recently," he says. "I saw my mother but then I noticed she had your face. I found this so worrying that I immediately awoke and couldn't get back to sleep. I just stayed there thinking about it until 7am. I got up, made myself a slice of toast and some coffee and came straight here. Can you please help me explain the meaning of my dream?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychiatrist kept silent for some time, then said, "One slice of toast and coffee? Do you call that a breakfast?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- &lt;a title="Jewish Jokes" style="text-decoration: none;" href="http://www.jewishrecipes.org/jewish-jokes/index.html"&gt; Jewish Jokes and Funny Side of Jewish Cooking&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3891836271283965597-4457375948557931684?l=jewish-jokes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/feeds/4457375948557931684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3891836271283965597&amp;postID=4457375948557931684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4457375948557931684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3891836271283965597/posts/default/4457375948557931684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jewish-jokes.blogspot.com/2006/01/dream.html' title='The dream'/><author><name>Judaica and Jewish Jewelry</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14521357390128149162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
