Every time nishit mocks xians, there should be some kind of riot, with burning cars, government censorship, and fear of having ones head removed with a rusty scimtar.
Schmucks. I’m annoyed we have these kinds of schmucks in our religion, but we gave English the word “schmuck” in the first place, so I guess it stands to reason.
Cowboy and BJTexs, I was reading your responses while eating lunch, but food particles kept getting expelled onto the table. Thanks, you schmucks. And happy birthday, too.
Some old jewish lady called me a schvatza (apparently that is Yiddish for “what the hell are you staring at, you black bitch”). It made me laugh (I was stoned – and I was staring at her due to her exceptional, buzzardlike appearance).
They forgot.
“I didn’t mean to have a burning” Best. Story. Ever.
Every time nishit mocks xians, there should be some kind of riot, with burning cars, government censorship, and fear of having ones head removed with a rusty scimtar.
I’m offended and plan to vigorously barbeque some hamburgers until they are the consistancy of hockey pucks and serve them to my Jewish friends.
INDIGESTION TO THOSE WHO INSULT CHRISTIANITY!
I’d have to know the version first.
Schmucks. I’m annoyed we have these kinds of schmucks in our religion, but we gave English the word “schmuck” in the first place, so I guess it stands to reason.
Thanks for the word “schmuck.” It is so appropriate and works well around kids.
Also “mensch.” I didn’t understand it until a Jewish friend explained to me that a “mensch” is the same thing as a “bubba.”
I said, “Thanks, you schmuck.”
When I turned 22, a jewish friend’s mother made me a cake that said “Happy Birthday Smuck.”
I still get teary eyed…
Growing up in my house, if your shirt was untucked and your hair mussed, you were in danger of being called a schlunkenfritz.
There is nothing that warms my cold heart like a good book burning.
Rather a schluckenfritz than a sitzpinkler.
You said something there brother.
Cowboy and BJTexs, I was reading your responses while eating lunch, but food particles kept getting expelled onto the table. Thanks, you schmucks. And happy birthday, too.
Here you go, Attila:
My dad was in the schmata, business.
I was one of two token shagetz’s in my freshman dorm floor.
I only dated one Jewish girl. All of the rest were shiksas!
Any culture/language that gives us the word “kerschnookered” is all right in my book.
Do all Yiddish words start with “sch”? Makes them hard to tell apart, but then you wouldn’t have the “truth schmuth” type of structure, either.
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Some old jewish lady called me a schvatza (apparently that is Yiddish for “what the hell are you staring at, you black bitch”). It made me laugh (I was stoned – and I was staring at her due to her exceptional, buzzardlike appearance).
“Filing a complaint with the proper authorities” is the violent, Judeo/Christian version of rioting and blowing shit up.
It is devastating. I am not sure the people of Or-Yehuda will ever be able to pick up the pieces of their shattered lives.
I like the yiddish word “yofi”. It is fun to say.
I love the smell of New Testaments in the morning.
You know, one time we had a hill bombed, for 12 hours. When it was all over, I walked up. We didn’t find one of ’em, not one stinkin’ Xtian body.
The smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole hill. Smelled like… victory.
Someday this war’s gonna end…
The horror… the horror…
Etc.
…never get out of the kibbutz, never get out of the kibbutz…
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