
Oh, Halle. See, how it works is, you have to actually be Jewish in order to crack anti-semitic jokes with total impunity. Having an imaginary Jewish friend or two (which is to say an accountant/agent) doesn’t quite cut the mustard.
Besides, if it’s awkward, nebbishy humor you want, go park your tuchas on the couch and watch a marathon of Curb Your Enthusiasm. (Or, for that matter, Woody Allen’s Manhattan.)
Either that or take conversion classes, round up a mohel for the unborn son of yours, learn how to burn everything (including toast) that comes out of your kitchen and start working on your “Oy, vey.”
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