<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 27 Sep 2024 11:49:39 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Doctor</category><category>Faith</category><category>Jewish mother</category><category>israel</category><title>Jewish Humor</title><description></description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-3260496031025939541</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Aug 2009 13:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-19T06:51:19.724-07:00</atom:updated><title>Moses and the Palestine problem</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the emergency meeting of the UN regarding another conflict in the Middle East, the floor has been given to the Israeli Consul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Israeli Consul began:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Ladies and gentlemen before I commence with my speech, I wanted to relay an old story to all of you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Moses was leading the Jews out of Egypt, he had to go through deserts, and prairies, and even more deserts... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The people became thirsty and needed water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, Moses struck the side of a mountain with his cane and at the sight of that mountain a pond appeared with crystal clean, cool water. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the people rejoiced and drank to their hearts&#39; content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moses wished to cleanse his whole body, so he went over to the other side of the pond, took all of his clothes off and dove into the cool waters of the pond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only when Moses came out of the water he discovered that all his clothes have been stolen... &lt;p&gt;And I have reasons to believe that the Palestinians stole his clothes.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yassir Arafat, hearing this accusation, jumps out of his seat and screams:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;This is a travesty. It is widely known that there were no Palestinians there at the time!!!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;And with that in mind&quot;, said the Israeli Consul, &quot;let me begin my speech...&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/moses-and-palestine-problem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-3694408192644442092</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Aug 2009 15:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T08:13:11.615-07:00</atom:updated><title>Almost Perfect</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;On the sixth day God turned to the angel Gabriel and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Today I am going to create a land called Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will be a land of outstanding natural beauty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It will have rolling hills and mountains full of goats and eagles, a beautiful, sparkling, clear ocean full of sea life and high cliffs overlooking white sandy beaches.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;God continued:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;And I shall make the land rich in oil to allow the inhabitants to prosper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I shall call these inhabitants ‘Jews’ and they shall be known as the most friendly people on the earth.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;But,&quot; asked Gabriel, &quot;don&#39;t you think you’re being too generous to these Jews?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Not really,&quot; replied God, &quot;just wait and see the neighbours I am going to give them.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/almost-perfect.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-2872263331140115676</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Aug 2009 09:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-05T03:02:40.751-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">israel</category><title>Collection for Israel</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A customs agent stopped Sam, an elderly Jewish man who had just immigrated to Israel and asked him to open his two suitcases. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the first suitcase, the agent found over 1 million dollar in $10 notes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Excuse me, sir&quot; he asked Sam, &quot;where did you get all this money?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, I&#39;ll tell you,&quot; Sam began, &quot;I love Israel. For many years I travelled all around the world and stopped off at all of the public toilets in all the major cities; I went to New York, I went to London, I went to Madrid, to Prague, to Paris, everywhere. As soon as I arrived, I went into all the cubicles where the men were peeing and I say to them, &quot;Give me $10 for Israel or I&#39;ll cut off your testicles with my knife.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;That&#39;s quite a story,&quot; the customs agent said, &quot;what&#39;s in the second suitcase?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Well, you know,&quot; said Sam, shaking his head, &quot;not everyone likes Israel...&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/collection-for-israel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-4976929965498592502</guid><pubDate>Sun, 02 Aug 2009 06:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-01T23:53:00.485-07:00</atom:updated><title>Reason to live</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was walking across a bridge one day and I saw a man standing on the edge, about to jump off.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I ran over and said &quot;Stop!  Don&#39;t do it!&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Why shouldn&#39;t I&quot; he asked.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I replied, &quot;Well, there&#39;s so much to live for!&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Like what?&quot; he asked.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Well,...  are you Jewish or a Goy?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Jewish,&quot; he replied.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Me too!  Are  you Orthodox or Reform?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He answered, &quot;Orthodox.&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Me too!  Are you Charedi or Modern?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, &quot;Charedi.&quot;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Me too!  Are you Litvish or Chassidishe?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He answered, &quot;Litvish.&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Wow!  Me too!  Are you Litvish Yerushalmi or Litvish B&#39;nai-Braker?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, &quot;A Litvish Yerushalmi!&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Me too!  Are you a Litvish Yerushalmi Mussarnik or are you a Litvish Yerushalmi Brisker?&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, &quot;a Litvish Yerushalmi Mussarnik!&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Me too!  Are you a Litvish Yerushalmi Mussarnik Slobodkaniker or a Litvish Yerushalmi Mussarnik Kelmer&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He said, &quot;Litvish Yerushalmi Mussarnik Slobodkaniker!&quot;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said, &quot;Apikoires&quot; and pushed him off the bridge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-to-live.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-3751300132861933529</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Jul 2009 14:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-27T07:24:07.748-07:00</atom:updated><title>Dangerous Food</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Doctor was addressing a large audience in Miami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most ofus sitting here, years ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Red meat is awful. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Soft drinks corrode your stomach lining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Chinese food is loaded with MSG. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;High fat diets can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germsin our drinking water.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all, and we all have eaten, or will eat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Would anyone care to guess what food causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After several seconds of quiet, a small 75-year-old Jewish man in thef ront row, raised his hand and said, &quot;Vedding Cake?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/dangerous-food.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-7118694852329765003</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jul 2009 08:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-24T01:10:49.199-07:00</atom:updated><title>Friends</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morris returns from a long business trip and finds out that his wife has been unfaithful during his time away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Who was it!!!???&quot; he yells. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;That alta kakker Goldstein?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No,&quot; replied his wife. &quot;It wasn&#39;t Goldstein.!&quot; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Was it Feldman, that dirty old man?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No, not him.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Aha! Then it must have been that idiot Rabinovich!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;No, it wasn&#39;t Rabinovich either...&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Morris was now fuming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;What&#39;s the matter?&quot; he cried. &quot;None of my friends are good enough for you?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-144390457886929630</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Jul 2009 13:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-22T01:34:29.705-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Doctor</category><title>Miracle Shmiracle</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doctor Bloom who was known for miraculous cures for arthritis had waiting room full of people when a little old lady, completely bent overin half, shuffled in slowly, leaning on her cane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;When her turn came, she went into the doctor&#39;s office, and, amazingly, emerged within half an hourwalking completely erect with her head held high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A woman in the waiting room who had seen all this walked up to the little old lady and said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;It&#39;s a miracle! You walked in bent in half and now you&#39;re walking erect.What did that doctor do?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;She answered, &quot;Miracle Shmiracle . . . he gave me a longer cane.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/miracle-shmiracle.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-5585800196693204999</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Jul 2009 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-18T22:55:26.803-07:00</atom:updated><title>Comfortable</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;An elderly Jewish man is knocked down by a car and is brought to the local hospital. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A pretty nurse tucks him into bed and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Mr. Gevarter,are you comfortable?&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gevarter replies, &quot;I make a living....&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/comfortable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-499959043326405792</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Jul 2009 10:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T06:48:03.129-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faith</category><title>A divine parking place</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;Joseph is driving to work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;He&#39;s late for a meeting, looking for a parking place and can&#39;t find one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;In desperation, he turns towards heaven and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;God, if you find me a parking place, I promise that I&#39;ll eat only kosher, respect Shabbat, and all the holidays.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;At that moment, a place opens up just in front of him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;He turns his face up to heaven and says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&quot;Never mind, I just found a spot.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/divine-parking-place.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-4367516207860734105</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2009 06:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-21T06:48:47.212-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Jewish mother</category><title>Oy</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Three Jewish women get together for lunch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;As they are being seated in the restaurant, one takes a deep breath and gives a long, slow &quot;oy.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second takes a deep breath as well and lets out a long, slow &quot;oy.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The third takes a deep breath and says impatiently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Girls, I thought we agreed that we weren&#39;t going to talk about our children.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/oy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-3045318932029899703</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Jul 2009 12:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-02T05:31:15.585-07:00</atom:updated><title>A letter</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;A Rabbi was opening his mail one morning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Taking a single sheet of paper from an envelope he found written on it only one word:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;shmuck.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the next Friday night service, the Rabbi announced:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;I have known many people who have written letters and forgot to sign their names, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;but this week I received a letter from someone who signed his name.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;and forgot to write a letter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/07/letter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-4724104914166790123</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Jun 2009 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T23:04:32.606-07:00</atom:updated><title>Evening prayer</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;When young David was asked by his father to say the evening prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;He realized he didn&#39;t have his head covered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;so he asked his little brother Henry to rest a hand on his head until prayers were over. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry grew impatient after a few minutes and removed his hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The father said, &quot;This is important...put your hand back on his head!&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;to which Henry exclaimed,&quot;What, am I my brother&#39;s kipah?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://jewishumor.blogspot.com/2009/06/evening-prayer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (הבדיחה על חשבוננו)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4474381429233902800.post-6448283938359471919</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Jun 2009 09:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-15T02:34:52.896-07:00</atom:updated><title>Tradition</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;During a service at an old synagogue in Eastern Europe, when the Shemaprayer was said, half the congregants stood up and half remained sitting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The half that was seated started yelling at those standing to sit down, and the ones standing yelled at the ones sitting to stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rabbi, learned as he was in the Law and commentaries, didn&#39;t know what to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;His congregation suggested that he consult a housebound 98 yearold man who was one of the original founders of their temple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size:130%;&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;The rabbi hoped The elderly man would be able to tell him what the actual temple tradition was, so he went to the nursing ho me with a representative of each faction of the congregation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one whose followers stood during Shema said to the old man, &quot;Is the tradition to stand during this prayer?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old man answered, &quot;No, that is not the tradition.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one whose followers sat said, &quot;Then the tradition is to sitduring Shema!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old man answered, &quot;No, that is not the tradition.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then the rabbi said to the old man, &quot;But the congregants fight all the time, yelling at each other about whether they should sit or stand.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The old man interrupted, exclaiming, &quot;THAT is the tradition!&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; 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