25 Nov 2005

Lost Prophets

A old Jewish man on his deathbed whispered, "Sarah, Sarah, where are you, my dear wife?"

"Right here at your side, my love."

"And my son, Moishe...where is he?"

"Right here at your side, papa."

"And my daughter, Mitsy...where is she?"

"Right here at your side, papa."

"And my son, Abraham...where is he?"

"Right here at your side, papa."


"What, none of you assholes is minding the store?"

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