Yes, yes I know what you’re thinking. This is going to be another tasteless excursion in poking fun at people. Stop right there! Ethnic humor is at the core of what sends us into hysteria.
Ethnic humor traces its origins to the Bible. When Moses returned from his chat with you-know-who on Mount Sinai, armed with the Commandments, he told the recalcitrant Hebrews, “settle down, settle down… I have good news and bad news. The good news is that I have talked Him down to Ten… the bad news is Adultery is still in.”
The rest, as the say, is history. Today we have jokes about everybody. Even Republicans.
I have recently acquired a few gems that are variations on the theme… quickies that were originally found in the chapter on Jewish Jokes in America.
It helps if you have heard the originals…
If you don’t find these funny… don’t worry about it, you’ll have some company (probably the entire town of Darien).
Here goes…
A Gentile goes into a clothing store and says, “This is a very fine jacket. How much is it?”
The Salesman replies, “It’s $500.”
The Gentile says, “OK. I’ll take it.”
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Two Gentiles meet on the street. The first one says, “You own your own business, don’t you? How’s it going?”
The other Gentile replies, “Just great! Thanks for asking!”
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Two Gentile mothers meet on the street and and start talking about children.
Gentile mother #1 says with pride, “My son is a construction worker!”
Gentile mother #2 says (with more pride), “My son is a truck driver!”
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A Gentile man calls his mother and says, “Mother, I know you’re expecting me for dinner this evening, but something important has come up and I can’t make it.”
His mother says, “OK.”
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A Gentile man calls his elderly mother. He asks, “Mom, how are you feeling? Do you need anything?”
She says, “I feel fine and I don’t need anything. Thanks for calling.”
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A Gentile woman meets an old Gentile friend. The friend asks, “How is your son getting along?”
The Gentile woman says, “He’s just fine. He just turned 35.”
“And where does he live?” asks the friend.
“He lives at home with me. I don’t think he’ll ever get married.”
The friend says, “How nice.”