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Life is but a Facade
Dov is a Jewish actor, so down and out he's ready
to settle for any acting gig that he can find. Finally
he gets a lead, a classified ad that says:
"Actor needed to play ape."
"I could do that, " says Dov.
To his surprise, the employer turns out to be the
local zoo. Owing to mismanagement, the zoo has
spent so much money renovating the grounds and
improving the habitat, that they can no longer
afford to import the ape they needed to replace
their recently deceased one. So until they can,
they'll put an actor in an ape suit. Out of
desperation, Dov accepts the offer.
At first, his conscience keeps nagging him, that
he is being dishonest by fooling the zoo-goers.
And Dov feels undignified in the ape-suit, stared
at by crowds who watch his every move. But after
a few days on the job, he begins to be amused by
all the attention, and starts to put on a show for
the zoo-goers: hanging upside-down from the
branches by his legs, swinging about on the vines,
climbing up the cage walls, and roaring with all his
might whilst beating his chest. Soon, he's drawing
a sizable crowd.
One day, when Dov is swinging on the vines to
show off to a group of school kids, his hand slips,
and he goes flying over the fence into the
neighboring cage, the lion's den. Terrified, Dov
backs up as far from the approaching lion as he
can, covers his eyes with his paws, and prays at
the top of his lungs, "Shma Yisrael Ado-nai
Elokeinu Ado-nai echad!" (Hear O Israel, the
Lord is our God, the Lord is one!)
The lion opens its powerful jaws and roars,
"Baruch shem k'vod malchuto l'olam va'ed!"
(Blessed is the name of His glorious kingship
forever and ever!)
"Shut up, you idiots," a panda bear mutters
from a third cage. "You'll get us all fired!"
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My Mother Could Have Told Me That
A man walks into the psychiatrist's office with a zucchini up his nose, a
cucumber
in his left ear, and a breadstick in his right ear. He says, "What is wrong
with me?
The psychiatrist replies, "You are not eating properly."
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What a Difference a Letter Makes
Consider the case of the Illinois man who left the snow-filled streets of Chicago for a vacation in Florida. His wife was on a business trip and was planning to meet him there the next day. When he reached his hotel, he decided to send his wife a quick e-mail. Unable to find the scrap of paper on which he had written her e-mail address, he did his best to type it in from memory.
Unfortunately, he missed one letter, and his note was directed instead to an elderly rabbi's wife, whose husband had passed away only the day before.
When the grieving widow checked her e-mail, she took one look at the monitor, let out a piercing scream, and fell to the floor in a dead faint. At the sound, her family rushed into the room and saw this note on the screen:
Dearest Wife,
Just got checked in. Everything prepared for your arrival tomorrow.
PS. Sure is hot down here.
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Over Eaters Among Us
I signed up for an exercise class and was told to wear
loose-fitting clothing. If I HAD any loose-fitting clothing,
I wouldn't have signed up in the first place!
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Mental Health Hotline Answering Machine
Hello, and welcome to the Mental Health Hotline.
If you are obsessive-compulsive, press 1 repeatedly.
If you are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2 for you.
If you have multiple personalities, press 3, 4, 5 and 6.
If you are paranoid, we know who you are and what you want. Stay on the
line so we can trace your call.
If you are delusional, press 7 and your call will be transferred to the
mother ship.
If you are schizophrenic, listen carefully and a small voice will tell you
which number to press.
If you are a manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you
press-no-one will answer.
If you are dyslexic, press 9696969696969.
If you have a nervous disorder, please fidget with the hash key until a
representative comes on the line.
If you have amnesia press 8 and state your name, address, phone number,
date of birth, social security number and your mother's maiden name.
If you have post-traumatic stress disorder, slowly and carefully press 000.
If you have bipolar disorder, please leave a message after the beep or
before the beep. Or after the beep. Please wait for the beep.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have short-term memory loss, press 9.
If you have low self esteem, please hang up. All our operators are too busy
to talk to you.
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Jewish Thinking
For many years around 1890, the border between Poland and Russia
was volatile.
Due to a political shift, Morris Rabinowitz, a tailor, found that
his village was no longer Russian, but had become a Polish village.
Thrilled, he told his wife, "Thank God! Now no more of those freezing
Russian winters !"
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Stop Here for You Prudes!
A young Native American woman went to a doctor for her first 'ever physical
exam.
After checking all of her vitals and running the usual tests, the doctor said,
"Well, Running Doe, you are in fine health. I could find no problems. I did
notice one anomaly, however."
"Oh, what is that, Doctor?"
"Well, you have no nipples."
"None of the people in my tribe have nipples," she replied.
"That is amazing," said the doctor. "I'd like to write this up for
The South Carolina Journal of Medicine if you don't mind."
She said, "OK."
"First of all" asked the doctor, "how many people are in your tribe?"
She answered, "Approximately 500."
"And what is the name of your tribe?" asked the doctor.
Running Doe replied, "We're called" (I hate to do this to you)
"The Indian Nippleless Five Hundred!"
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Creative Thinking
A farmer lived on a quiet rural highway. But, as time went by,
the traffic slowly built up at an alarming rate. The traffic
was so heavy and so fast that his chickens were being run over
at a rate of three to six a day. So one day he called the
sheriff's office and said,
"You've got to do something about all of these people driving
so fast and killing all of my chickens."
"What do you want me to do?" asked the sheriff.
"I don't care, just do something about those drivers."
So the next day he had the county go out and put up a sign that
said: SLOW: SCHOOL CROSSING.
Three days later the farmer called the sheriff and said,
"You've got to do something about these drivers. The 'school
crossing' sign seems to make them go faster."
So, again, the sheriff sends out the county and they put up
a new sign: SLOW: CHILDREN AT PLAY.
And that really sped them up. So the farmer called and called
and called everyday for three weeks. Finally, he asked the
sheriff, "Your signs are doing no good. Is it all right for
me to put up my own damned sign?"
The sheriff told him, "Hell, yes, put up your own sign."
He was going to let the farmer do just about anything in order
to have him stop calling.
Well, the sheriff got no more calls from the farmer.
Three weeks after the farmer's last call, the sheriff decided
to call him.
"How's the problem with those drivers. Did you put up your
sign?"
"Oh, hell yes. And not one chicken has been killed since then.
I've got to go. I'm very busy."
And he hung up the phone.
The sheriff though to himself, "I'd better go to that farmer's
house and look at that sign. There might be something there
that WE could use to slow down drivers..."
So the sheriff drove out to the farmer's house, and he saw the
sign. It was a whole sheet of plywood. And written in large
yellow letters were the words:
SLOW: NUDIST COLONY.
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@%$*^&)(!!@#+*%
Enough is Enough!! -
This is the Bottom Line (almost)
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from the March 2004 Edition of the Jewish Magazine
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