FRIDAY THE 13TH: RAMBLIN’ AGAIN
Posted 13 April 2007on:
in my tummy
Sorry, I’ve not been around and I’m sorry I’m not back with a particularly meaningful post. The Passover, mother and children staying and wedding arrangements and work have rather taken over my life, but, hooray I have found a slot today and I am planning to say hello to everyone over the weekend and reply to all my emails…
Here’s some Jewish one liners to be getting on with.
There’s big controversy on the Jewish view of when life begins. In Jewish tradition, the fetus is not considered viable until after it graduates from medical school.
Why don’t Jewish mothers drink? Alcohol interferes with their suffering.
Have you seen the newest Jewish-American Princess horror movie? It’s called, “Debbie Does Dishes.”
What’s a Jewish American Princess’ favorite position? Facing Tiffany’s.
When the doctor called Mrs. Liebenbaum to tell her that her check came back, she replied, “So did my arthritis.”
A Jewish boy come home from school and tells his mother he’s been given a part in the school play. “Wonderful? What part is it?” The boy says, “I play the part of the Jewish husband.” The mother scowls and says, “You go back and tell the teacher you want a speaking part.”
Where does the Jewish husband hide his money from his wife? Under the vacuum cleaner.
What’s the difference between a Rottweiler and a Jewish Mother? Eventually, the Rottweiler lets go.”
A Jewish telegram: “Start worrying. Details to follow.”
I once wanted to become an atheist but I gave up . . . they have no holidays ~ Henny Youngman
Look at Jewish history. Unrelieved lamenting would be intolerable. So, for every ten Jews beating their breasts, God designated one to be crazy and amuse the breast beaters. By the time I was five I knew I was that one.- Mel Brooks
For Vincent D’Onofrio/Valentino lovers take a peek at this… I’m still burning up and grinning from ear to ear. I can’t wait for Wendy’s latest to plop through my letterbox.
Okay, I know I know, I’m not one itsy little bit in Wendy’s league, it is all purely for fun, my fun, and because I am mildly obsessed, okay okay, wildly obsessed with Bobby Goren, the next chapter of mrsbg is up… and just how did The Detective find out about the baby? Well go over there and you’ll find out.
Also some Lord Byron for the star-crossed lovers, Novalynne and Bob. The words just seemed to fit… the poem is beautiful.
Looking forward to catching up with you all over the next couple of days… wishing you and yours a wonderful weekend and Shabbat Shalom.