A fleeing Al Qaida guerilla, desperate for water, was plodding through the Iraqi desert when he saw something far off in the distance. Hoping to find water, he walked toward the object, only to find a little old Jewish man at a small stand selling neckties.
The Arab asked, "Do you
Submitted by Asher Motola. Thanks, Asher.
A disheveled and distraught wreck of a man comes running to his rabbi.
"Reb Yaakov! Rebbe! Tell me what do! Rivka is trying to poison me!"
"Calm down, now" says the rabbi comfortingly.
"Don't you worry! I'll speak with your wife, and then we'll meet
again and I'll tell you what you
"Moishe," says the rabbi deliberately. "Listen to me carefully. I spent an entire afternoon talking with your wife, and now I'll tell you what you should do: Take the poison!"
This lousy joke dredged up from the memory of "Nucham" da editor. Thanks a lot, Norm!