Daily Chuckle -- V2, after the cull ( Archived) (6)

One thing I like is humor. People have different senses of humor, but if it is relatively clean (not gross), then it is certainly a worth-while endeavor. There's a few Jewish jokes that I've learned over the years. As a general rule, I don't like Jewish stereotypes, but there's a few that get past my radar, even if certain Jews wouldn't understand them. Without further ado, I'll post one, following this.

(: Please keep it clean people. Not everybody likes filthy and disgusting humor, or comments. :)

Shalom,
Iyyov

Yeah, I'm waiting......

This is primarily a Jewish joke. It is not intended to be offensive, but if you are easily offended by such things, please skip this one, though it shouldn't be offensive. I'm Jewish, and I think it is funny:

There were three men, a Jewish Rabbi, and two Church Preachers. They often gathered, in their small community, to discuss local politics, and such things as they pertained to religion.

They all decided, one day, to take a boat out fishing to have their usual discussion.

The three men arrived, got into their little boat and were soon anchored and casting for fish.

They hadn't been fishing too long, when the Bishop started looking frantically through his tackle box, to no avail. The two others took notice. Suddenly the Bishop stood up. He said, "I can't believe I forgot my best and most favorite lure! It must be in the car." He then promptly stepped out of the boat and walked directly to the shore, splashing the water only a little as he went. He was in his car briefly, then he returned with a big smile on his face and a lure in his hand. "Got it!" he exclaimed, as he stepped out of the water and back into the boat. The two Preachers went back to fishing, as if nothing had just happened.

The Rabbi sat very still, and maintained his composure, admirably, as if nothing had just happened.

Conversation slowly returned to the day's fishing and some local issues. After a while the second Preacher grabbed his lunch box, but found that it was empty. "Oh my!" he exclaimed. "I've grabbed the wrong lunch box! I'll be right back." Without further ado, the stood up, stepped over the side of the boat, and, like the Bishop, walked over the water and back to the shore, where he replaced the empty lunch box with the one that was prepared for the day's fishing. He promptly returned, barely even splashing the water. Both Preachers, again, returned to their fishing, as if nothing had happened.

This time, it was all the Rabbi could do to keep his composure!

The Rabbi nervously looked over the side of the boat that he was on. Then he'd glance nervously at the two Preachers, who seemed completely nonchalant, even aloof. The Rabbi's actions were telling. He was repeatedly casting out and reeling the line back in, with little thought to any fish that may have been chasing his hook. With sweat, from the heat of the afternoon rolling down the side of his cheek, he glanced around his things then, nervously spoke, "Ah! It, it seems that I, um, forgot my cell-phone in the car. If I don't let Ishi (my wife) know I'm safe, she'll never let me hear the, the end of it!" He promptly stood up, and, looking at the water on his side of the boat, he stepped over his side and into the water, where he promptly started sinking. The cold water shocked him into action and he started flailing about to regain the surface. His head came back to the surface, once,...., twice, then, just after his head went back under again, and the two Preachers started to reach for him, the Bishop looked at the other Preacher and said with a smile, "Do you think we ought to tell him, where the stepping stones are?"

Shalom l'col,
Iyyov

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